That's a good question...

Posted by Sherry Roit on Tuesday, October 28, 2014 Under: General


I'm sitting here, eating entirely too many potato chips, thinking wow; I should blog. I then say, "Oh yeah, about what?? I have nothing to say."

But then again, I do, don't I? Though it's just bits and streams and nonsense, perhaps. Things you don't care to read...perhaps.

This then reminds me that I haven't touched one of my WIPs (novels) for...ehem. I shall not say. 

I need a kick in the butt. A shove. Someone yell at me. Tell me I can do it. Tell me what evil shall befall me if I don't. Where the fuck is my mojo?

It's not as if my life has all gone bad, by the way. Some parts are, in fact, amazing. (You know who you are. And a wink.) Sure, I've got some stressful issues, but who doesn't?

I've gone rogue on some of the novels, and feel bummed that...that it's not going better!

OMG and I need to format the second one, I was so excited, and then...meh?

I don't care if it's against all that is unholy to say this; I am sad about Anatomy of Darkness. I love that little book. And it's just sitting there feeling ignored by...most. I hope that Snowbooks pushing it overseas in the Spring will help, because frankly I think it's the best thing I've ever done, and it's okay if you don't, I just wish more people would give it a chance, and I feel so defeated, and how much longer can I make this sentence?

I'm baring a little of myself here. I think part of my problem is feeling defeated. Less than. Not good enough. Disappointed. I am not asking to be a millionaire from my writing, I just miss any input. I miss people saying they liked something. I am sooooo much more sensitive than I let most people see.

I know. Many are wishing I'd get PI5 out there, and I'm grateful you love it so much, but also thinking wow...I do more than that, and crap, what if I can't finish that thing that's sitting there halfway done? I want to, I really do.

I need a kick in the ass. I need need need. Artists are sooooo needy, aren't we? 

I've lost some other mojo, too, but I'm trying to convince myself to go out and seize some. Bear with me. And please help me spread the word about the novels I do have out, because I NEED...

The chips are gone, and I feel a little gross for that, but oh well. Wine chaser. I would share some hopes and dreams, perhaps, but I am thinking that right now those are not for public consumption.

I wish I were on a beach sitting by a bonfire. Or walking in the dark through crisp leaves holding the hand of the one I love more than I thought possible.

 But I also wish I was writing something more than a blog, and that I felt inspired to do such. 

Help a melancholy creative type out. Talk to me.



*This fractured blog brought to you by stream of consciousness network, and welcome to my mind.


 

In : General 


Tags: block  reaching out  help 
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That's a good question...

Posted by Sherry Roit on Tuesday, October 28, 2014 Under: General


I'm sitting here, eating entirely too many potato chips, thinking wow; I should blog. I then say, "Oh yeah, about what?? I have nothing to say."

But then again, I do, don't I? Though it's just bits and streams and nonsense, perhaps. Things you don't care to read...perhaps.

This then reminds me that I haven't touched one of my WIPs (novels) for...ehem. I shall not say. 

I need a kick in the butt. A shove. Someone yell at me. Tell me I can do it. Tell me what evil shall befall me if I don't. Where the fuck is my mojo?

It's not as if my life has all gone bad, by the way. Some parts are, in fact, amazing. (You know who you are. And a wink.) Sure, I've got some stressful issues, but who doesn't?

I've gone rogue on some of the novels, and feel bummed that...that it's not going better!

OMG and I need to format the second one, I was so excited, and then...meh?

I don't care if it's against all that is unholy to say this; I am sad about Anatomy of Darkness. I love that little book. And it's just sitting there feeling ignored by...most. I hope that Snowbooks pushing it overseas in the Spring will help, because frankly I think it's the best thing I've ever done, and it's okay if you don't, I just wish more people would give it a chance, and I feel so defeated, and how much longer can I make this sentence?

I'm baring a little of myself here. I think part of my problem is feeling defeated. Less than. Not good enough. Disappointed. I am not asking to be a millionaire from my writing, I just miss any input. I miss people saying they liked something. I am sooooo much more sensitive than I let most people see.

I know. Many are wishing I'd get PI5 out there, and I'm grateful you love it so much, but also thinking wow...I do more than that, and crap, what if I can't finish that thing that's sitting there halfway done? I want to, I really do.

I need a kick in the ass. I need need need. Artists are sooooo needy, aren't we? 

I've lost some other mojo, too, but I'm trying to convince myself to go out and seize some. Bear with me. And please help me spread the word about the novels I do have out, because I NEED...

The chips are gone, and I feel a little gross for that, but oh well. Wine chaser. I would share some hopes and dreams, perhaps, but I am thinking that right now those are not for public consumption.

I wish I were on a beach sitting by a bonfire. Or walking in the dark through crisp leaves holding the hand of the one I love more than I thought possible.

 But I also wish I was writing something more than a blog, and that I felt inspired to do such. 

Help a melancholy creative type out. Talk to me.



*This fractured blog brought to you by stream of consciousness network, and welcome to my mind.


 

In : General 


Tags: block  reaching out  help 
blog comments powered by Disqus

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