Nine and half months. That’s how long it’s been since I posted here. Sometimes life takes you on an unexpected journey. Scratch that. Life is an unexpected journey. You never quite know what will pop up. There are constant potholes in the road but you just have to learn how to drive around them. Cliché, huh?
I wish that I could say the reason I’ve neglected my blog is because I was traveling the world headlining a book tour, eating exotic foods and living the life of a best-selling author. I wish. But, alas, I’ve just been living life, unsuccessfully driving around potholes. Potholes galore. Way more than I can handle. See, you knew that cliché was going to come into play here somewhere, didn’t you?
I won’t make excuses about being inattentive to my writing. All writers have life issues and they still manage to write through them. Since I’m not perfect, I can honestly say, I become easily distracted by
my problems and therefore, my writing becomes somewhat secondary. But I recognize that there is a problem. That’s half the battle, I suppose. Recognizing the problem.
And although I haven’t been writing on a regular schedule lately, my characters have still been acting out their discord within my head. They never seem to go away which is such a wonderful thing for a writer. Sometimes they roar too loudly. Sometimes they whisper and I have to strain to figure out what they’re saying. But as long as there is something there, that’s all that matters. Because when their voices go mute, that’s when I really have something to worry about.
Have you ever taken an extended hiatus from writing because life threw you some curve balls? Or are you able to push through any crisis and write your heart out?