One of my New Year's resolutions was to try to write in the morning. I like to write at night, but I felt writing in the morning might be more productive. (Faulty thinking, probably, because I'm not a morning person.)
I'm almost finished with Chapter Six of 'The Other Side.' It's going well, but I got a phone call and had to meet someone. I pardon myself by saying, I did write some.
Later today, I was doing my usual 'writer' thing. I was watching people. Listening to conversations. Went to the movies and paid attention to plot line and character development.
I remember my husband, an electrical engineer - he used to drive me mad when we'd go out for a ride. He'd spend most of his time looking at electrical substations and electric wires and such. Now I realize, it was part of who he was. I've turned into the same kind of person.
Yet -- tonight I'm having a difficult time thinking 'Blue' is good. I've got post-complete syndrome. Much as my editor said she likes the book, much as I like it too, I've been assailed by doubts. I know it happens to the best of writers. I'll get over it. But at this moment, I'm thinking about giving up on writing.
Of course, here I sit - thinking and writing about writing. Guess I can't get away from it. I'm that kind of person.
Life is forging ahead.