I’m not dead. I don’t think.
I haven’t been blogging lately. Haven’t been doing much of anything, in fact. I’m on vacation, you see; I go back Thursday. I thought I’d spend a good part of my time off work putting together some posts when I wasn’t kicking out page after page of my WIP. There’s just been the one problem, though.
I don’t have much to write about these days.
I started this blog as sort of an online journal, a written record of journey as a writer: querying, revising, starting new projects, building a platform. The thing is, I haven’t done any of that lately. And for the first time in months, it’s not because I haven’t had the time. I just haven’t felt very literary lately. I don’t know why. Aside from doing some work around the house, I haven’t done much of anything. Maybe it’s because for the past few months I’ve been so busy I could hardly think, so when I finally get a chance to breathe, my mind and body have ganged up on me and refused to participate in anything remotely resembling activity.
Don’t worry though, I’ll snap out of it. I can coerce mind and body into functioning again – I have dirt on them. Soon the words will flow, and soon I’ll be back at work, time off once again nothing more than the hint of a distant land on the horizon. It’s okay, though. I seem to do my best when I’m overwhelmed.