My last post was about three weeks ago. A combination of depression and anxiety sidelined me starting the first week of August. Talking to other writers and arts-based workers, there seemed to have been a rash of depressive episodes during this month. I’ve always had anxiety–it’s my daily not-so-best buddy. GAD, to be more...
I hit what I would call my first milestone today. It’s been a year and a half since I subbed anything to my critique group, but this morning, I posted the prologue and the first chapter of my FBI Double Lives story. The entire North American population of Monarch butterflies has taken up residence...
I’ve been pretty burnt out lately. Words have been few and far between. Even revision, which I can normally do anyway when new words aren’t coming easily, has come to a complete standstill. It don’t know if I can really call it writer’s block–it’s not like the ideas aren’t there, or that I don’t...