While focusing more on the craft of my novel writing, I have neglected my blogging.
I promised myself that I will continue to post through the challenges. My goal for this blog is be honest. To showcase how I am dealing with this circus….uh, I mean my writing career, along with everyday life.
Over the past week, I have agonized over blogging content ideas. My inspiration is hibernating.
Out of my reach. And a bit frustrating.
It’s similar to those unsuccessful days of yard work At first, you are prepared. Hard work, be damned, you are going to make your yard the best on the block. Ok, that is a bit extreme, so I will settle for it looking less like a jungle.
Shifting through the cluttered shed, you drag out the mower without any bodily harm. You prime the engine. Once. Twice. Three times. That should do it. You check the gasoline level. All good!
Your hand firmly grasps the pull-start string thingy and you pull it with all you have. Expecting to hear the successful roar of the engine, you become momentarily confused when you are surrounded by silence.
Your confusion turns to determination. Refusing to accept anything less than progress, you give it a good self-satisfying kick.
Grabbing the cord, you try again. And again. Your confusion has now morphed into full-blown aggravation. Unintelligible mutterings escape your lips.
Now feeling frantic, there are numerous attempts. Pulling and cursing. Cursing and pulling. Kicking and more cursing.
All your ambition is gone.
Screw the yard. Let the weeds grow.
Although, the road has been a bit rocky, I will continue moving forward. Inspiration happens when I least expect it
Wish me luck on kick starting this brain of mine.
Or my family may have me committed…….which may not be a bad thing…….