I don't know what happened.
I've always loved to write. My whole life. This year, I decided to self-publish, and I did. I also got deep into the social networking.
Did I do well with sales? No. That wasn't what I was after, exactly.
But...loooong story short, I feel like I've exhausted all my passions. I still have all my social networking accounts - FB, Twitter, my website and blogging.
But I haven't been on any of them in weeks. And I'm happier. And I don't care to delve back into that fast-paced, crazy world that took me miles away from my family for hours on end.
What about writing?
I don't know. I still know I love it and will always do it, but I feel like I'm done. I've no interest to publish anything else. I don't care if anyone else reads a thing I write ever again.
I think I let it all take over my life until it drained me. Until my husband said something about my lack of presence in our family. Until I had nothing left at all to give anyone or anything.
I'm not ready to say I've given it all up, but I'm so much happier and less stressed now. Now that I'm doing nothing but focusing on my family. Now that I can relax with a good book without feeling guilty, feeling like I should be writing. Now that I help my husband build our shelves and tables and a shuffleboard table without feeling like I should be editing. Now that I take my daughter up to the school to blow Crayola bubbles without letting my characters take over my brain until I can't hear my own daughter's laughter.
I feel like...my fear is that writing is all or nothing. From what I know of artists, and I consider writing an art, that's what it is. The art either takes over their lives, or they have to let go of their passion.
Have any of you experienced this?
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ETA May 23 - I think I found it!
We had a CRAZY storm the other night, and I couldn't sleep. I lay there in bed and composed a little something...and I think it was decent! I was able to record it the next day. I haven't had time to write since - work has been INSANE, and once I get home and finish chores and get the little one to bed, I'm just ready to crash.
BUT.
I'm taking off work tomorrow and Friday, and this weekend, we're going down to my in-law's property on the Potomac. I plan to spend most of it on the screened in porch, overlooking the water, and alternating between editing my crime novel and maybe starting something new.
This writer's coming back, baby, so look out!
I've always loved to write. My whole life. This year, I decided to self-publish, and I did. I also got deep into the social networking.
Did I do well with sales? No. That wasn't what I was after, exactly.
But...loooong story short, I feel like I've exhausted all my passions. I still have all my social networking accounts - FB, Twitter, my website and blogging.
But I haven't been on any of them in weeks. And I'm happier. And I don't care to delve back into that fast-paced, crazy world that took me miles away from my family for hours on end.
What about writing?
I don't know. I still know I love it and will always do it, but I feel like I'm done. I've no interest to publish anything else. I don't care if anyone else reads a thing I write ever again.
I think I let it all take over my life until it drained me. Until my husband said something about my lack of presence in our family. Until I had nothing left at all to give anyone or anything.
I'm not ready to say I've given it all up, but I'm so much happier and less stressed now. Now that I'm doing nothing but focusing on my family. Now that I can relax with a good book without feeling guilty, feeling like I should be writing. Now that I help my husband build our shelves and tables and a shuffleboard table without feeling like I should be editing. Now that I take my daughter up to the school to blow Crayola bubbles without letting my characters take over my brain until I can't hear my own daughter's laughter.
I feel like...my fear is that writing is all or nothing. From what I know of artists, and I consider writing an art, that's what it is. The art either takes over their lives, or they have to let go of their passion.
Have any of you experienced this?
____________________________________
ETA May 23 - I think I found it!
We had a CRAZY storm the other night, and I couldn't sleep. I lay there in bed and composed a little something...and I think it was decent! I was able to record it the next day. I haven't had time to write since - work has been INSANE, and once I get home and finish chores and get the little one to bed, I'm just ready to crash.
BUT.
I'm taking off work tomorrow and Friday, and this weekend, we're going down to my in-law's property on the Potomac. I plan to spend most of it on the screened in porch, overlooking the water, and alternating between editing my crime novel and maybe starting something new.
This writer's coming back, baby, so look out!
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