I did do some writing on Wednesday but...it wasn't on Angel Odyssey or my next novel. I was hoping to have the latter done or at least in rough draft form by August 6th.
I think the problem is I've gone back to treating writing, in my head at least, as a hobby. I'm not thinking like a professional. I'm occupying my head with work or home troubles. Although knowing what the problem is and fixing it are two different things.
Funny, this is not where I thought I'd be right now. I thought I'd be at Clarion West, unemployed but writing my heart out.
I am writing every day. I'm just not writing the right things. I need to put off the pleasure writing, which will never be published, for the novels I'm pretty darn sure can see the florescent light of a bookstore someday.
I need to go into hibernation mode. I need to spend my weekends writing instead of relaxing or playing. Arg. This is driving me crazy. I know what to do. The question is, can I make myself do it? I think I'll pray for nasty, cold weather for the weekend.
I also have some critiques to get done and since those are commitments to other people and not just the voices in my head, I'll have to get to them first. Then, bundle off some short stories to more online and magazine outlets. I am going to do this, damn it.