I have to be completely honest here. I’ve already attempted to write three articles for the day in this space and came to a very vital conclusion. I have absolutely nothing of worth to talk about today. That’s saying a lot, considering how pathetic most articles in this space tend to be.
But today, there’s just nothing I can think of that I care to bore the world with.
This is a dangerous place to be for a writer. Good thing I’m in between writing projects at the moment (although very eager to begin my new one).
Words aren’t failing me as much as topics. I’ve said everything that needs to be said about the process of trying to find representation (and much that doesn’t). And, I’ve been so focused on that world lately that I just can’t seem to think of anything else to talk about.
I don’t like it. Getting so focused on something that all other thoughts are pushed out has long been a fear of mine, since I tend to hyper-focus. And here I am, finally at that place where I’ve finally gotten my mind off the process of selling and I just can’t seem to think of anything else to talk about.
On the one hand, I’m happy to report that I woke up this morning much more accepting of my fate as a rejected author. On the other hand, this has placed my mind in a state of complacency, feeling no need to think about anything. Sleep is one of the few things it keeps considering, but other than that nothing.
I should add that nothing has actually changed from yesterday in my intentions to get my work published, but my viewpoint on it has. I’ve accepted the fact that I may never find that pathway. It’s sad, but, well, freeing, in a way. I’ve got some ideas of how to move forward, as well as some more movement to make in the directions I’ve already been taking, and those will occur. . . but, well, I’m bored with thinking about whether or not it will sell and just want to get back to writing. So. . . that’s where I’m at. Although, for this exact moment, that just means my brain has gone into limbo, deciding to take a short reprieve from, well, anything.
Of course, all this could change tomorrow. . . who really knows. But for now, I’m going to allow my brain the short rest it deserves and hopefully get moving forward on my new project very soon. I’m still not sure which one I want to begin. I’m kinda thinking I might work on my picture book. It’s not one that I ever expect to sell. . . but something for my kids.
Anyhoo. . . I somehow managed to get just shy of 500 words about absolutely nothing, so that’s something. Course, just goes to show how much rambling I’m capable of performing. Just think how long my books would be if I didn’t get my rambling out on here before I sat down to write. . . as it is, I already find myself killing out large portions of text when I go from first to second draft.
Now, must find food. Have a good one.