Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Not Dead, Just Hibernating

I'm running a little behind. And the photographs are in exactly the wrong order; sorry about that. They are mostly self-explanatory, at least.
From bottom:
1) Mandarinli ('Mandy') in the Weihnachtsbaum
2) Mandy in the tree, attacking a chocolate mouse
3) Peppercorn, trying to blend in, failing to blend in
4) Offspring, making annual Snow Goon
5) View from office window
6) Peppercorn, fishing.

Now! This is a writing blog, right?
I have stopped submitting anything temporarily. I am a strange sort of mental lummox, and can't seem to remember that the important thing is the writing bit and not the getting published bit, so I am not submitting before summer, just writing. Writing writing writing. At the moment I am only writing crap, but at least I am writing. I can't seem to remember how, can't seem to open that vein at the moment, and can't tell if I'm trying too hard or not trying hard enough. This leads to desperately boring activities such as writing a list of the items on my desk. I don't dare write about any of the characters in any of my half finished stories, because they are all against me anyway and won't cooperate.
My mind even goes blank when faced with EE's engaging cartoonery. Of course, it's always possible that Evil has installed a mind-suck virus to dupe the minions he lures onto that page- I wouldn't put it past him, but I'm blaming the whole thing on


which I hate.
The mere fact that setting all my manuscripts on fire would produce heat is an almost unbearable temptation.


fairyhedgehog said...

What would happen if you stopped trying to write and did something else entirely? Went fishing with Peppercorn, made a snowman, painted a picture, crocheted a granny blanket? Maybe you just need a break.

Whirlochre said...

Keep writing, keep writing, keep writing.

I'm now bogged down in submissions, and it's weird the way it's interrupted the flow.

Meanwhile — great cats.

Sylvia said...

Your cats are adorable.

Winter sucks.

Keep writing!

And also - reading? I read voraciously when I feel like I'm struggling to write. I'm not sure it makes a difference but it means I don't feel guilty.

Mother (Re)produces. said...

Prickles, The blanket sounds tempting, given the weather, but I've sort of just done the break thing. I'm glad I did, but having trouble getting back in the saddle. And when I do, the horse collapses. Do you think it could be the donuts?

Whirlkins, I'm trying. I mean, I *am* putting words on paper, I just don't like any of them yet. It is odd about the submitting. For me, it's as if it refocuses my energy onto all the wrong places.

Sylvia, I'm reading, too. I try to make a point of writing every M-Th, from 9-11, minimum, come hell or highwater; I took part of Nov and all of Dec off from that, so whatever reading I do is outside of those times.

I'm lovin' my kitties. I hope these two stick around!

fairyhedgehog said...

I hope they do too.

writtenwyrdd said...

I love the cats in the tree. I'm sure they think they are well hidden, too. :)