It’s one of those days. Those days where you feel the desperate need to write, but…the kids are watching really annoying TV, bickering, running up to your elbow to ask how to spell something/what they can do/if they can have this, that, the other (candy–and the answer’s absolutely not on that–they’re already annoying enough without the sugar).
And it’s not like I haven’t been fighting a feeling of futility. The constant interruptions every time I get into the flow are not helping.
I’m currently sitting at about 40K words in Gods and Monsters. Just a little over 26K words written since…oh, since the week before the kids’ school turned them out for the summer. Over their time out of school, I ran across a few things: the KU book stuffing thing; reading samples of some of the “popular and selling” stuff, indie and not, on Amazon (no, not depressed because it’s better than mine–depressed because it’s not); looking for where to start learning about self-marketing and finding a lot of advertising advertising services that I can’t afford; knowing that my covers need work, but not able to pay for that, either…yeah, lots of stuff. I need to write, but the black dog is breathing down my neck, asking me why I’m bothering.
I…I just need some time to write. Transfer words from my notebook to my hard drive, and edit and expand as I go.
Time to put on headphones and blast my eardrums with Metallica. Can’t hear the kids through it unless they’re screaming at each other (which is the point at which I will be sending them to their own rooms by themselves from now until dinner).