Every writer hits walls, when they don't want to bleed more, or they think, they've found everything they might imagine. There are tricks to the trade, reading, writing prompts, setting a timer, jumping genres, doing a list, doing a rant, and they all work, but what works most efficiently, is sitting in the chair and writing.
Like I am now.
Work and Mothering and having some life outside of the computer has cut back on the musing/writing time I had up until work showed up, and the adjustments to time and schedules have come slowly if at all. However I woke up agitated, knowing I haven't given writing any time, and as such, my brain feels as if it is going to explode with words, and at the same time, has no focus whatsoever over them.
I wanted to do a post for Saint Valentine's day on how to show love to your teens. I didn't get to it, and I didn't get to sending them flowers either. Goes off to take care of that little detail...
I wanted to do a post on teaching about showing love to younger children...I didn't get to that either.
Goes off to welcome kids with snack, greet the bus...
I wanted to, I wanted to, I wanted to.... The road to blog hell is full of unpublished drafts, lacking focus, courage, wit and finishing.
I'm finishing this damn post before I discover fifteen more I wanted to ideas I didn't excute.
Happy February 13th. Show your family you love them by loving them. I'm getting ready to help with a science project and make cookies.
- See you tomorow when I hope to have some insights on procrastination.