I haven’t been doing a lot of major writing for a while. Little stuff, yes, in the form of role-play with a friend of mine. But nothing big. I still have a novel that I wrote last November waiting to be edited and a sequel and prequel to it waiting to be written. But I just can’t seem to find the desire for it.
I suppose, for some, that’s not a big deal. I’m not a professional and not looking to be a professional writer. So even if I were to set the stories aside and never think about them again, what’s the problem?
Well, for me, it’s that these stories are important to me. Tala, a name I picked out of a name book years ago to use as my online personality, has become her own person with her own story. Maybe it won’t ever get published, but it still deserves to be told.
What I wish is that there were a writing group out here where I live. But I’ve seen the writers in my neighborhood and I don’t like them, personality-wise. They’re annoying. However, I’m moving in a little over a month, and just maybe there’ll be a writing group up there. Someone who can keep me accountable for the writing and editing. Right now, though, I think I’m going to save the sequel for this November. At least then I won’t have to worry about quality.
Keep your fingers crossed for me and maybe I can get out of this rut.
