Okay, so I am no Meg Cabot or Nora Roberts or Adam Selzer, that may be true, but can it be that I can only squeeze out ONE book a year? I mean, that’s okay and all, but I’d like to be able to write at least two books a year. I was making great progress on MOVES, and then I just stopped. I look at it now like “what?” I mean, the framework is there. I just need to do a LOT of fleshing and organizing and adding more description and dialogue. Honestly, I am overwhelmed at the amount of work I have to do to it and it’s scaring me away.

I have to fight that. I don’t have to finish a book in two weeks like SOME PEOPLE I KNOW. It’s okay for me to take 6 months, like I’ve been doing all along, right?

Sigh.

UNTITLED. I’ve had a billion false starts on it. I know where I want it to go, but it won’t come out!!! Poor Alison. She’s been dying for her own story for years now. I don’t want to let her down.

I’m frustrated and feeling stuck because I want to write, but once I sit there, I lose all motivation and drive. I just feel tired, mostly. So maybe I’m tapped out for the year.

I’ve been told I need a break. But it’s hard to take it when I don’t really want to. But I think I have to, so I can clear my head and be able to write well. The stories will get told… I just need to be patient. Ethan’s got two of my books now, I guess it’s okay for me to breathe for a bit, huh?

Still, COME BACK, MUSE. I’LL GIVE YOU SOME CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIE DOUGH AND KOOL-AID!!! I promise. Just… come back to me!!!

(Originally published at Anywhere Is…)