I’ve been thinking Thursday: Joy

I’ve talked briefly before about how uncertain I am that I have the emotional where with all to be a writer. It’s not the writing or the editing ability that I lack, it’s the ability to roll with the constant rejection. I keep trying to explain it to other writers, to get their feelings on the process, in order to process my feelings on the whole mess that is publishing.

Recently an article came out on Writer Unboxed called Keeping Your Hustle Joyful by Anna Elliott. A few quotes from her delightful post….

“…I’ve written because quite simply, however hard life feels in that moment, however hard it is to pick myself up and sit down at the keyboard, not writing would be harder still.”

“I wanted to write because I love it.”

“It’s always easier for me to write than not write.”

I’m jealous of her. The green eyed monster is in the house. Because I’ve lost that loving feeling, now it’s gone, gone, gone, whoa-oa-oa.

Wednesday Words 2.21

I feel like crap today. Heinously anxious, headachey, jittery, exhausted from lack of sleep.

Whenever I have psychic pain it always becomes physical for me. I’m fighting with a friend. Maybe still a friend? I don’t really know. She isn’t talking to me right now.

For several nights, I’ve been unable to shut my head off to sleep. Dealing with massive emotional stress. Which means multiple runs of SVT, which is my body’s default when sleep deprived and stressed. Nothing like the joy of feeling like you’re having a heart attack 6-8 times a day. Wheeee.

All of this makes me not able to focus on my writing, even though for the first time in what feels like months, I have time to write.

Very frustrating.

How is your WIP? Are your plans for 2018 shaping up as you wanted? Are you having to adapt? It’s good for you but sometimes doesn’t feel like it. Do tell me all about it….