I haven’t posted anything for days. I think five days but honestly, I just don’t know. I just didn’t feel like it. Ever have one of those days… or two… or whatever… when you just feel meh. You don’t really have the motivation to do anything. That was me.
Early on in the quarantine/coronavirus pandemic, I decided that I wasn’t going to stress about what I “should” do. I decided that I was going to do what felt good at the moment. If I wasn’t “called” to write, then I wasn’t going to push it.
So. I took a break. I recharged. I rested. I read. I recovered.
I finished three books, that I’m going to review. I also received my writer’s Scribbler box and the July picks for BOTM were released. The Non-fiction Creative Writing class starts next week, so lots to write about. I will try to stage my blog posts so I don’t bombard my email subscribers with too much at once.
I also never wrote my final review for White Fragility. I’ve been sitting on it and thinking. How do I want to review and what do I want to say? There is so much there that can be written about. Part of me is scared. I don’t want to alienate friends but change doesn’t happen without courage.
I want to start dabbling in writing fiction, but I’m scared. I’m scared that I’m not going to be creative enough to pull off fiction. That whole fear of the unknown or trying something new. Fear of failure… my old friend.
I’m off to go write! And work. I’ve got the whole work thing that I have to do here and there 🙂
Happy Writing!! And Reading 😉 !