August 5, 2015
IWSG #12: A Year's Worth Of Fun!
Anyways, we dispense with the usual jocularity today, because I don't feel quite so jocular (beware, I may use archaic language, which in my world means language that was used during my high school days 1979-83), but slightly more verbose (beware, I may use improper grammar and/or spelling today, 'cause you know, it's my blog and I'll whine if I want to, whine if I want to. You'll whine too if it happened to you).
Anywho, today is Prince Spaghetti day, no, it's Prince Albert in a can, no, it's HUMP A CAMEL DAY, no, it's faster than a rolling O, stronger than silent E, able to leap a capital T in a single bound, it's a word, it's a plan, it's Letterman! Do do dooooooooo!
Seriously, the 1st Wednesday of every single blessed month on Mother (or Father if you swing that way) Nature's Big Blue Marble, is Insecure Writer's Support Group day. That very special day where we moan, groan, complain (all G rated of course) about our writing, or in my case, a complete lack thereof.
And there lies the rub, or the nub of my gist today: no writing.
As some of you may or may not know, I've been slowly (like tortoise slow) chipping away on my latest project, a complete rewrite of my first self-pubbed book. So far, I have three chapters written totaling 14,639 words. I know it doesn't sound like a lot, but long story seriously short, I write with pen and paper, then transcribe to my old XP. However, the last time I worked on it was July 19th.
The reason why I haven't done a lick of writing in roughly 2 1/2 weeks isn't because of procrastination, although there is a negligible amount being applied because it does time a bit of time when you're complete re-writing a previously published book. You know, how much do you keep, how much you chuck, how to do you break it up, etc., etc. It's because of work related stress/aggravation.
I am going through some serious stress/aggravation at work, which has wrecked untold carnage with my writing. I know it sounds overly dramatic, but up until recently, I've been able to tune out the garbage that is my job so that I can do some writing on the weekends. Now, the stress/aggravation has gotten to be so bad and so heavy that I have been unable to do any kind of writing save for what I produce for my blogs.
I'm kind of bummed about this, simply because writing has been for the most part, the one solid sanctuary for my sanity. We all need a way to recharge and decompress, and for me, writing has bee the one thing that has kept me from biting everyone's collective head off. That sanctuary has eluded me for the past 2 1/2 weeks and until I can get things straighten out at work, writing will be sporadic at best. However, humor will not. Be sporadic. Possibly acidic, but not sporadic.
At that, my friends, is my insecurity for the month. What's yours?
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