Well, aren't I the reliable blogger. I thought I'd check to see when I'd last posted anything and it's been one year almost to the day. I'm the worst, at almost everything—even coming up with an interesting post.
I've found my creativity level to be almost nonexistent in the past 10 months. Can't say why, insomnia, fatigue, slight bit of depression, too many demands made on my time, life changes, lots of things. But those mostly just sound like excuses.
I have noticed that during this time period I have not been reading as much either. A recent road trip to New Orleans found me with down time in the car, so I brought along several books. Read three books on the trip. Three books in a week is more than I've read all year.
In doing so I realized I felt more inclined to try to write. Maybe reading is the cure to my creative slump. Maybe I'll start putting together those notes for the next book. Ha, we'll see if any of that materializes—doubtful.
I always have the best intentions, but I am absolutely horrible at follow through. I've finished writing three books. After initial failure with one agent I never made another attempt to publish. Bounced around the idea of self-publishing, but never followed through with that either—see, no follow through.
Mostly I'm afraid. I'm afraid of criticism, of failing, hell maybe even of succeeding. Does that make sense?
Eh, who knows.
So now that I've brought anyone reading this down, I'll sign off.
And try to do better than post once a year ;)
