I’m not going to make excuses for my lack of blogging, it is what it is. Forgetful, neglectful, lazy. It happens.
Maybe too much? But when I get taken out of routine—which has been happening, a lot—bad things happen. Like I forget to do what I probably should be doing in order to get more interest from future publishers?
If that’s a thing?
I kind of hope it’s not because clearly, if I can’t keep up with blogging every week then timelines and I are not the best of friends—punctuality is important kids. Or so the world makes you believe.
I’m not going to lie and say I don’t prefer Gandalf’s view on time, or that I haven’t fantasized about going away for a month, throwing away all of my clocks and only doing things when I feel like it. Circadian Rhythm and all that. I feel like it’d be incredibly freeing (and disorienting) to not live by the tick of a clock.
Anyway, back to this whole blogging thing.
I have things I need to do/accomplish/etc. and sometimes a lack of motivation to do so. Being in a writing slump for a few months has taught me absolutely nothing about myself I didn’t already know, but committing to NaNoWriMo, having some disagreements with my writing, then finding my way is helping me more than I could imagine.
I feel good.
Now all I need is the motivation to take down my current books, change up my website to reflect future goals and just keep swimming. (That’s a joke, but also fact because I’m going back to the gym today with the singular purpose of turning into a fish.)
However in all of my darkened lameness and insecurities there was a decidedly bright and, well, shining moment.
I did vote.