Ho-hum

I have the "ho-hums" today. I'm tired. I'm busy at work. I have knitting projects to finish. I critiqued and wrote this week. Yet, all I want to do is sit in a squishy chair, lean back and stare off into space for a few minutes... hours... maybe even days. I've decided it's the Ho-Hums. My mom used to call it Staring time. She would get me up 30 minutes earlier every morning, so I'd have time just to stare. What do I do during those times? My mind floats through anything and everything. I think about what I want to do, what I haven't done, what I need to do (because that's not always what I want to do), mistakes I've made, dreams I've had... the list goes on and on.

The Ho-Hums don't last, but they make me feel very unproductive. I've kept up with my writing schedule week, which is pretty good, considering I've been juggling the Ho-Hums the whole time.

I'm not nearly as frightened about writing as I used to be. I've come to terms with the fact that it's hard from every angle, and I've decided I'm going to jump in anyway. Everything's hard. There's going to be rejection. I'm still going to write what I like and how I know to write. If it's meant to be, it's meant to be... if not... I'm going to write anyway, because I'm tired of being the one servant who buried his talent instead of using it... (one of my favorite parables).

I'm making good progress on Truthseekers. The last hundred pages (yes, I'm still stuck at the last hundred pages) are daunting, and I do have a lot of changes to make, but they are coming.

I've found a new twist on a very old story. So I think I'll dust that off here in a bit and give it a whirl as well.

Still feeling the Ho-Hums... I think I'll get some cereal and stare off into space for a while before I go to work.