Okay, so I was slamming my keyboard approximately 2 seconds ago, trying to think of what to write about for this blog post. I slammed, then deleted, and slammed, then deleted. It was both wonderful and highly productive.
WordPress autosaves your blog posts as you write them; but seeing as I was keyboard-slamming-then-deleting, there wasn’t anything there when it went to autosave, even though it detected that I was writing.
Because WordPress is so very helpful, a little alert popped up in the upper right corner of my window.
Aforementioned alert read, ” ! You haven’t written anything yet!”
Too real, WordPress.
So, you know how I was supposed to be ready to start a second draft of The Psychnomast by the end of this summer?
Well, that’s a goal I have.
It’s currently the end of July, and I’m approximately 10 pages of plot material closer.
That is frustrating.
I want to write this book. I really, really want to write this book. I don’t just say it all the time for the sake of saying it. I want it. But I’m so drained, all the time.
During the school year, it’s school. And then theatre. And voice. And school things.
During the summer, it’s work. I work an average of 30 hours a week, which, while not technically a full time job, still takes up a lot of my week.
And this year in particular, I just hurt. All the time. Which makes me tired. All the time.
And dudes, I want to do this thing I love! I like my job. I like school. I also want to do those things.
But as much as I like them, they aren’t my passions.
Writing is. This book is.
And I’m frustrated beyond all belief lately that I’m failing to do the thing I love, when it should be the thing I should do the most.
Anyway. Here on A Dose of Ginger, I strive to provide an equal balance of writing and teenage angst for your reading pleasure. Peruse at your leisure.