Getting Back On Track

Holy smokes!  We're over one week into May.  I'm trying to get back on track with my writing.  I have several projects that I now feel I've neglected and are in a holding pattern.

Last night my neighbor is over.  I made her a nice peach shortcake and we enjoyed some tea as we watched Dancing with the Stars.  Yes, in the back of my mind I kept telling myself I need to be here sitting at the computer and getting that latest story uploaded.  Instead, I ignored the "voice" and continued to stuff my face, sip the tea, and watch Kirstie Alley make it through to the semi finals.     GO KIRSTIE!

Now all I can say is I've been rooting for Kirstie.  After all she's only five years younger than myself.  I of course easilyb identify with Kirstie knowing that because we've reached a certain age does not mean we're totally out of the game.
No.  Instead we can go the whole course and perhaps even make it pass the finish line.

Yet, when my neighbor says things like "What did you do today?  Not much, huh."   She says this a lot because after all I'm not working outside the house but instead I'm here inside with only myself to tell me what I should or shouldn't do.

And the words triggered a reflex inside me telling me I better get off my ass or more aptly I better affix my ass to this chair and get back to my writing projects because I'm the only one who is going to make it across that finishing line.  If I don't focus now when will I focus? 

Poor Rhonda.  Her story has been languishing here inside the computer on my hard drive waiting to be released.  The fact that it presents a turning point in my mini series that takes the story into a slightly different direction should be enough motivation to get it uploaded.

You think?

Lately in fact I may be my own worse enemy.  Lately I haven't been all that confident and so that may be one of the problems.  Yet inside my mind scenarios, characters, plots, dialogue continue.  The well has been filling up and I think it's now about to overflow.  Also, I feel this anxiety building up inside me; another way of my subconscious mind telling me to get to it.

Writers need to write.  That's a given.  And when we don't exercise that creativity a lot of other stuff can arise, such as depression as well as the anxiety, and a feeling that time is awasting, plus the fear that years are flying by and we may not get to write all those stories that exist in our subconscious, just below the surface where they will continue to wreak a bit of havoc.

Okay, enough.

I'm going to open up the file to Rhonda's Story....go through it once more and hopefully feel it is ready for a go!