doldrums

Sometimes I forget that I got into this whole writing gig because I love writing. No, not just love it. Need it, like an addict needs his fix. I’m not happy if I’m not writing. And yet, lately, I’m not happy when I am, either. I blame a few things: My never-ending agent search, which brings me fresh, usually bland-and-devoid-of-meaning rejections every few days My “other job” workload, which keeps me from concentrating on my writing as much as I’d like to My current slog through the third novel in a trilogy, after having taken a wrong turn somewhere in … Read more