So I don’t really have anything to post about. I’m having one of those days, okay weeks, when I haven’t done much writing. Currently I’m waiting on projects. I’m waiting to hear back from a magazine. I’m waiting for the school year to finish so that my friend and I can work on our short stories. I’m waiting for people to get back to me on a short story.
In short I’m waiting.
I’m really quite pleased at how much I have got done this year, and that feeling of accomplishment makes me want to do more. So of course that’s when my ideas shut down and glare at me. They know they have places to be, characters to develop, plots to twist. And they simply don’t want to work with me.
I hate writing when I know it’s not what I want to write.