I have been very remiss. No blogging or anything for a year or more. Last yer this time had to get over the loss of my beloved Bella Dog. It was a great loss to me. I never knew how empty I would feel without her. But, we are moving on now.
I wrote for Nanowrimo last November, and finished, and thought I had a good script. Got John to do a rough edit, which is what I always do. But he read it, sent it back to me and was very quiet. When I asked what he thought - I got to hear what I didn't want to hear. He thought it was 'tame'. I meanwhile, thought it was my best work ever.
I went back and worked on it again, adding some bits and pieces.The enthusiasm was gone from it. Then I thought about getting it out there, but something kept holding me back. I had lost the 'oomph' for it as they say. I couldn't get to grips with whether it was good or not. And so I invented reasons for not writing. I got involved in so many things that I stopped writing, or almost.
What was I writing? Well, trivial little comments to friends' posts on Facebook. Rubbish really. But the story sat there. Maybe I should put a chapter or two on here to see what the reaction is.
The thing is, it is now nearly Nanowrimo time again and I have signed up to do it. And I am scared to try again. I don't think I have it in me.
And, I know you are laughing at me. One little negative comment has set me in a tailspin of enormous proportions. I have to get my heart and my head around this problem that I have caused in my head.
Do I still have any readers out there? I hope so.
I wrote for Nanowrimo last November, and finished, and thought I had a good script. Got John to do a rough edit, which is what I always do. But he read it, sent it back to me and was very quiet. When I asked what he thought - I got to hear what I didn't want to hear. He thought it was 'tame'. I meanwhile, thought it was my best work ever.
I went back and worked on it again, adding some bits and pieces.The enthusiasm was gone from it. Then I thought about getting it out there, but something kept holding me back. I had lost the 'oomph' for it as they say. I couldn't get to grips with whether it was good or not. And so I invented reasons for not writing. I got involved in so many things that I stopped writing, or almost.
What was I writing? Well, trivial little comments to friends' posts on Facebook. Rubbish really. But the story sat there. Maybe I should put a chapter or two on here to see what the reaction is.
The thing is, it is now nearly Nanowrimo time again and I have signed up to do it. And I am scared to try again. I don't think I have it in me.
And, I know you are laughing at me. One little negative comment has set me in a tailspin of enormous proportions. I have to get my heart and my head around this problem that I have caused in my head.
Do I still have any readers out there? I hope so.