….even when you feel like running away while setting yourself on fire. I’ve been having a rough couple of weeks in my personal life. Productivity has ground to an ugly, spectacular halt.
I was so creatively charged after the conferences that I set new goals and was ready to kick deadline ass. Word count was going to rain from the sky, I was going to become an editing machine, and my email outbox would be full of subs going to great homes.
But that hasn’t happened. May has been dripping with asstasticness and I would lying if I haven’t spent a good part of the month crying, swearing and wanting to just torch everything in sight.
It’s the end of May and I’m trying to get back into the swing of things. Like exercising any muscle, it’s painful and slow going, but I’m determined to get back to myself. I’m determined to get that word count flowing, get the edits going and get those subs out the door. If it’s a little later than I wanted, oh well, life goes on.
Sasha, who managed not to torch anything in the making of this post