Time for me to take a break. My writing, though satisfying to me, is not reaching enough people. Friends on FB are my main readers. They are very nice to keep reading and offering me platitudes. The bottom line is that I hope my writing helps at least one other person out there. It’s hard to know.
I kind of wish people would “talk” to me more about my writing. I feel I constructively put my words onto paper fairly well but no writing professional has ever spoken to me about it, either positively or negatively. The same is true of the book I wrote. I’ve received scads of compliments, for which I am thankful (believe me), but I wish folks would say more than “I really liked it.”
I’m asking too much. That’s because I have high, and often unrealistic, expectations for myself. My fiction writing is at a standstill. I’m beyond frustrated at that. Winter doldrums are pounding relentlessly in my head. Take a trip to a sunny clime? No one to look after the 97 year old in memory care. Besides, it’s too much of an effort.
So, I’m going to try to take a break. As much as I love writing, I feel I’m writing myself into a black hole. I’m off to play with paper for a while.
“Gazing at people,
Some hand in hand
Just what I’m going through,
They can’t understand
Some try to tell me
Thoughts they cannot defend
Just what you want to be,
You will be in the end”
I’ve always loved this song by the Moody Blues. Catch you all in the not too distant future.
Stories Are For Eternity 