Wednesday, February 6, 2019

Meh (An IWSG Post)

Hello, all!

It's the first Wednesday of the month, which means it's time for another action-packed installment of the Insecure Writers Support Group.

(I assume everyone coming to this blog is well aware of what this is, but if you happen to be new and interested in more information or a complete list of participants, please click on the above link.)

This month's amazing co-hosts are: Raimey Gallant, Natalie Aguirre, CV Grehan, and Michelle Wallace!

This month's (optional) question asks, "Besides writing, what other creative outlets do you have?"

But here's the thing about that question: unless the stringing together of profanities screamed at an (IMHO) underperforming professional sports team while jumping on one's couch counts as a creative outlet, I don't have one outside of writing.

Because I have zero artistic abilities whatsoever. I wish I did because I really admire the hell out of people who can draw or paint or sculpt or knit or compose or cook or assemble Lego sets or bake shrinky-dinks or whatever. If you create art in any form, that's bloody brilliant and I bow down to you.

Instead, I thought I might talk about how...meh I've been feeling of late. It ebbs and flows, but there's always an underlying current.

It might be okay to a point. I mean, I'm still struggling to finish the first draft of my terrible romance novel (the dialogue just seems so lame right now), but the meh-ness (that's totally a word, right?) is leaving me more along the lines of 'Whatever. It'll either get done or it won't' instead of me giving myself an ulcer over my apparent inability to write a happy(ish) ending. Which sounds like a good thing. Right? Living ulcer-free is always better than the alternative?

But should I worry that if I lose my urgency/interest in hitting deadlines/goals that I'll just end up languishing in the doldrums of Meh-ville (that's totally a place, right?) or whatever?

Because that doesn't sound like a good thing.

I don't know. Maybe I'm just burned out a little. Maybe I need a creative outlet outside of writing. Maybe I just need a nap.

Which is a very meh-like response.

How are you feeling these days? Have you been stuck in Meh-ville? How did you get out?

Thanks for stopping by today!

Monday, February 4, 2019

February 2019 Goals

Before we get started, allow me to do just one quick thing first...


Okay. I'm done.

(Narrator: MJ was probably not done. But you probably knew that already. She apologizes if you either hate football and/or the Pats and will try to keep her glee to a minimum. She also apologizes if she kept you up with her endless screaming at the TV.)

All right, so this is my first post of the month, which means it's time for me to set some goals. I had a fairly productive January (at least for me), so I'm hoping to keep that momentum-like thing going this month.

1. Complete first draft of the Terrible, Horrible No-Good, Bad Romance novel.

I'm close to being done with this. I know I have said this before and it's proven to be nothing more than a big, fat lie, but I think I might mean it this time. And I know I have said that about this before and it's proven to be nothing more than a big, fat lie, but it's different now. Probably. If you follow me on social media, you may have seen that I'm now working on the very last scene: the happy ending. This is as close as I have ever felt to being done with this project. So close that I'm actually a little pissed that I couldn't get it wrapped up before January ended. I mean, I don't know about you, but it felt to me like January lasted approximately nine million days. Nine million days, and I still didn't manage to finish this draft.

This happy(ish) ending will be the death of me. May February be the month I manage to cross over that finish line.

2. Read four books.

I'm proud to say that I'm already behind in my 2019 reading goal, and I don't expect to catch up anytime soon. This month, I am looking to not fall any farther behind. I suspect this may be aided by the fact that football season is over and baseball season has not yet started.

I was going to make another Patriots-winning-the-Superbowl
reference here, but I found the above gif, which looks exactly
like Fat cat, so I decided to go with this instead.

3. Walk at least three miles every day or a total of 84 miles for the month.

This is the one goal on which I am actually ahead. I hope to keep it that way. I'll have to work a little harder now that I won't be pacing during playoff games, but I'm sure I can find something else over which to fret.

And you know what? I think that's it for goals this month. Or it could just be that I'm currently too distracted by


to think clearly at this time.

So I'm going to stop here.

Tune in Wednesday when I may possibly be down from my Patriots-winning-the-Superbowl high

(Narrator: Yeah. Good luck with that.)

just in time to talk about my latest writing insecurities.

Oh—one last thing: congratulations to my boyfriend, Julien Edelman, on being named the Superbowl MVP. You certainly earned it, but I think we all know who the true MVP is of this post-season: my couch.

You were a very fine couch, couch. Your sacrifice this season will always be remembered.

Oh—one last one last thing. Did you see the Avengers: Endgame trailer last night? Can't wait for April!