Oh, I’ve done a ton of reading. No doubt about that, as the last few posts here have evidenced. But as for producing the written form in a form of fiction? Nope. I can’t really count my dream, even though it helped solidify much of what I have to say for E2. It’s still all trapped in my head.
I want to write. I think about it every day. Yet, the physical act of sitting down and judging my output … well, I don’t seem to have the energy. Fear of failure? Maybe? Most probably, though, it’s simply fatigue.
I spent a few hours almost every day from April through June writing, editing, plotting, doubting, etc on my stories. Overall, it takes an emotional toll. Right now, in my way, I’m recharging before I jump back into the fray.
Until then, I’ll continue to read. It’s a balm for me. It’s a learning experience. It’s relaxing. And in many ways, it gives me hope. Hope for a better life for me. And hope that one day I’ll be able to finish something worth publishing.