IWSG

Today is the first Insecure Writer's Support Group post of 2013. Thanks Alex for keeping this great group going. All you writers who don't know about IWSG, go here now. And for anyone who has managed to not know the awesomeness that is Alex J Cavanaugh, go here now.

I wasn't sure if I'd get a post done because I've been sick and my grandma is in intensive care at the hospital. But I'm home for a bit because there's nothing I can do up there right now and I figured being sick I shouldn't hang around too much anyway.

So I am home and writing my post, although I don't really have a lot to say. I haven't written in a few weeks because of being sick. I still have three WIPs going, just a little stalled while I get better. I can say that I have high hopes for this new year. It may not have started out that great, but it's going to work out better.

Not that great of an IWSG post, but I got one up. I'm also realizing my blog posts keep turning out to sound a little sad/depressing...I am not sad and don't mean for my post to come across that way if it does.

I hope you all have a great day and a wonderful new year. :)

Life and My Funk...

This is an Insecure Writer's Support Group post. For more info, check out the awesome Alex J Cavanaugh's blog.

I normally would've posted this yesterday, but since I forgot it was the first Wednesday of the month...I'm posting it a little late.

With this funk I've been stuck in, writing has taken a backseat for too long. It's like the more I couldn't get in the mood to write, the farther away my love for writing drifted. I got lost in real life-cleaning, cooking, kids, etc-and I couldn't find my way back to the fantasy world I like to dive into. The voices in my head went silent, the ideas running rampid were non-existent, and I couldn't have cared less whether I opened up a blank document to tell a story ever again...

But I kept dreaming. Literally. I kept having dreams of these people and places that only exist in the made up worlds that only writers can create, things happening that couldn't ever be real...

I realized, it wasn't that the voices in my head were silent, I wasn't listening. My ideas didn't leave, I chose to ignore them. And it wasn't that I didn't care about writing, I was forcing myself to not care. Forcing myself to only pay attention to things outside of writing...

And that's when I knew-I wasn't in a funk, I was buried so deep in life that I was silencing my creativity. I was trying to get rid of the ideas because I was so sure they weren't there. If I just did other things, I wouldn't think of writing since I couldn't anyway. I threw myself into everything non-writerly because I was convinced I'd lost my mojo and that everything else was too time consuming, but I was wrong.

Yes, life happens, Yes, I have kids to take care of, cleaning to do, everyone must be fed, and errands must be ran. But I've always done all of those things and still found time to write. So, now that I figured out the issue, I'm working on it. I think I'll be able to be back on track for real this time. Thanks for everyone who keeps hanging with me.

I hope you all have a wonderful day. See you tomorrow for an awesome cover reveal. :)