Yes, I am quite guilty of this. I am a writer that has not been writing. Barely blogging – unless you count my once every one to two weeks post (grrr), nothing new – or revised, dammit – to my novels, although I did settle on a cover artist for Lachlan & Lynette’s story, at least.
I have excuses, galore, some of them pretty reasonable, mind you… a teenaged granddaughter visiting for a length of time that needed some supervision on Internet usage, among other things… one of my Collies received an unusual, semi-serious neck injury of unknown cause that led to a somewhat serious infection that caused a fever and a delay in her annual shots – she’s still recovering and requires daily meds, too… I came down with a stomach illness that caused severe cramping and made moving – let alone thinking – almost unbearable for two days… my damn black laptop – the newest and most up-to-date, mind you – is still acting up sporadically and of course it also happens to be the one I do the majority of my writing and editing on… my home AC stopped working over the holiday weekend, and while the heat didn’t really bother me that much, my poor PC’s, Collies and granddaughter were really lagging and chugging along ($195 later, a new capacitor and filters all around fixed the problem)…. I am proud to say I’ve tempered my usage at the herding dog game, although Sim City BuildIt is still garnering too much of my time. After stumbling with a book I had been reading – it was such a boring, unsatisfactory read and kind of turned me off reading for a spell – is now finished and review written, plus I read another YA book for Book22 Review – just finished last night, reviews submitted today, I plan to read another book, something light and fun. Hopefully, that’ll help get me back into the swing of things so I get back to my own damn writing!
Still having troubles sleeping, which, unfortunately, is normal for me… but lack of quality sleep and stiff neck/body makes it hard to be creative. I’m really considering buying a new heater for my waterbed and going back to sleeping on it instead of my beautiful new bedroom set, because I truly didn’t suffer the majority of these aches and pains when I slept on it. Maybe I just can’t handle a regular mattress anymore… maybe the mattress isn’t a good enough quality for me, who knows. The thing is, my dreams reveal a lot of information for my writing, as well as life in general, so I’ve been dealing with a huge, overall feeling of being unsettled and out of place. *sighs* K, I am so outtie….