I need to vent a little tonight. I’ve been working on another Southern Drama manuscript for what seems like forever. I know exactly where it is going and the ending. My problem is I can’t make myself sit down and work on it. I make all kinds of excuses. I go on a trip to take photos or I work in my yard. I even write this blog. I stooped so low that I read another book. I have notes all ready to start another manuscript but I refuse to do so until I finish this one. Why can’t I finish this novel? What in Heaven’s name is wrong with me?
Writer’s block? I don’t think so because I know what is going to happen. The characters are calling to me.
If it isn’t pure laziness in its purest form I don’t know what it is. I’ve prayed about it and I feel that God would never have given me this desire to write if He didn’t want me to be an author.
Am I afraid I’ll be a failure? That this novel won’t sell? Maybe that’s it. But we all know when we put pen to paper or fingers to keyboard that this is not a millionaire’s career. Oh it is very true that some have made it big but more have not. So we don’t write thinking we’re going to get rich we write because we have to write. There is something in us that won’t let us quit. So why isn’t that something working for me right now? I think about the characters and I know them so well and I plan what will happen but I just can’t make myself take the time to put it on paper.
Okay, enough of the whining and having a pity party. I need to quit this and work on that. If what I write isn’t good enough I can always take it out and write again tomorrow.
Thanks for listening. Until next time stay safe and bear with me, we’ll have a new Southern Drama soon. I wouldn’t mind if you whisper my name when you say your prayers. Thanks.