My words are broken.
I didn’t write much in January. Post-holiday lull.
February? Things picked up a bit.
March? The beginning of the month was slow-to-non-existent but things got cooking around the end of the month.
Now it’s the middle of April. Uh…I got nothing.
I’ve spent my time outlining a novella, tearing apart said outline to work out the kinks and putting it all back together again, but I have to say – there’s no denying I’m stuck in a rut.
My lofty goals back at the end of 2011? Haven’t even scratched the surface. And when writing is like breathing to you – and you AREN’T – let’s just say I’m not a happy camper.
Maybe I just need to stir things up, try something new, branch out, hand in my Full-Fledged Plotter Card and become a pantser. At this point, I’d stand on my head if it would help (and believe me, that would be a feat in and of itself, considering my upper body strength is lacking).
So…That’s where things stand. The only real progress I’ve made so far in the past few months is racking up a bunch of rejections and cleaning. And let me tell you — ‘round these parts? There is not a dust bunny to be found.