For the past several days (okay,okay it’s been a few weeks) I have been less than prolific. I mean that as a writer. Proliferation is relative and makes me think of profiteroles, which makes me think cookies, which, of course makes me want to slack around some more.
See what I mean, I can’t seem to stay on point.
I have gotten out of the groove of my self-imposed work schedule. This disappoints and discourages me because in addition to my obsessive need for constant reassurance, I also want to be a high-achiever. You wouldn’t think that considering what a mess my house usually is and how much dust and cat hair wafts to and fro, not unlike tumbleweeds. Except I don’t have the occasional dust-up (pun intended) with a gunslinger to shake things up. (Although my cat does occasionally have a stare down at the back window with one of the neighborhood stray cats)
I was doing great there for awhile, but then I had minor surgery, which appealed to the slug in me, then there was the free lance lull, which followed Spring Break, all of these thing led to the slack that is me right now. I don’t exactly have writers block, I have plenty of ideas and time and the tools to explore these, I’m just finding it hard to pull it together.
The freelance thing is finally picking back up and I should be seeing some funds coming in from that and the substitute teaching thing. A couple of my short stories have scored very well in a local contest and I am trying to put my ducks in a row for another contest.
I will also need to pull myself together and update my web page really soon. I am switching from Office live to host gator. It’s a long story. and it makes me want cookies.
And we’re back