Writer's Blah

I just noticed that I haven't posted here since the middle of August. My only defense is that I've been busier than a bricklayer on the Great Wall of China.

In case you weren't paying attention, I haven't been writing either. A smidgen here and there but nothing to brag about and a lot to hang my head about. My friend, Loraine, and I have joined together and formed Write Our Way. We're holding one another accountable and checking in with one another regularly. She's doing better than I and she has a baby and a toddler.

Shame is my constant companion.

The positive here is that I feel better than I have in years. Really. The Cymbalta is keeping pain at bay and I am able to do dozens of things I couldn't do before. We cleaned the garage this weekend. Mike, Becca, and I all worked moving things, tossing things, arranging things, and sweeping it out until it looks like someone else's garage. I went out twice that night just to look at my garage.

I have hopes this week to get some writing done. I have been working on something, a personal prayer journal that I'd like to share on my other blog. I'm not quite done yet but with any luck, it will be done in another week. We'll see.

I suppose that counts as writing. I'm having to write, design, and layout. Ok, so I have written something for several weeks now. It just doesn't feel like writing.

NaNoWriMo will be here in about 14 days and I'll have a mad dash for the next 30 days to write a novel. I haven't decided what I'm going to work on yet: a new novel or a work in progress. In theory, I'm supposed to do a new work but I have pulled a rebel a few times. I might this time too.

I'm headed to bed now. I need some extra sleep I think.

I hope you're writing something.