Happy October!

It's been three weeks since my last post... I'm obviously not fully committed to being a blogger.
It's not because I don't find it fun, I do. I was enjoying sharing my thoughts about whatever came to mind, but I need it to be part of my routine. If I leave it for later, for tomorrow, it will probably always became that thing that I'm supposed to do tomorrow, and in that case tomorrow will never come.
 
Which makes me think of "Les Miserables", don't you just love it?
 
Anyway, the days that followed my last post were super busy...

Aren't they always? One might ask. Yes, they are.

They were different busy. Good busy. I had friends visiting, a new niece/godchild arrived, my husband took a couple of days off, which meant I had to go to the movies on a weekday (!), and then there was writer's block.
I feel like a bona fide writer when I say that.
 
"I was terribly afflicted with writer's block." I said leaning back in my chaise lounge, nonchalantly placing the back of my hand against my forehead. I'm such a drama queen! (For the record I don't own a chaise lounge) LOL

It’s amazing how it happens.

Always the same way.

I’ll be in super writing mode, working steadily, consistently, inspired, focused and having some great ideas. Like I am now, like I was for the first two weeks of September.

Then, say, I need to run errands, go to the grocery store, visit my sweet newborn niece, attend a couple of meetings, host a luncheon, go to the movies  (What? I had to!), I get a cold, maybe save the world, okay the latter didn’t happen yet, but everything else did.

So I’m not able to write for a day or two. BAM! It hits me.  

What happens then? I. Can't. Work.

Angst. Frustration. I begin doubting my work, my plot, everything. That only makes it harder to go back. 

No matter how long I stare at the computer, the only thing I'm able to get done is shopping, check my e-mails, and go back to more shopping. Oh, and then I discover two things: one, this delicate crystal Lotus Flower, the other, that I absolutely cannot live without it. It lives in my house now. It is so pretty, and I'm looking at it.

I cannot distance myself from my book.
Thirty minutes (at least), is that so hard to do in a twenty-four hour day?

I hope I've learned my lesson.

... And that explains why I haven't finished my book yet. I'm getting close, but I notice that for every two steps forward I give one back. 
That being said I might not finish it by the end of this month but it's ok because when I do I'll love it. 

I hope you do too!