The last few days I've deliberately avoided writing anything because my new job has been rather depressing and I know that I've allowed myself to be depressed about it. I know that's a very selfish attitude; I know that I'm lucky to have a job, but I'm just tired of going in a backward direction and feeling like I'm not moving forward.
Starting on Monday, I'm going to be at the other campus and it's going to be beyond quiet, so I just need to take advantage of the time and work on my writing. I don't want the inertia of inaction to become contagious and keep me trapped in the black hole that keeps me from my dreams.
I'm so close, I really am.
There is no reason that I can't finish my stuff. In fact, I can send out query letters next week and continue to work on my rewrite at the same time because it's going to take me a while to hear back, kill 2 birds with one stone. I need to get a handle on my malaise before I tumble into a deep depression again, because I am feeling good about most everything else. X and M are doing fantastic, they both did fantastic on report cards this quarter, X is back in school full time, M and I have Fiddler on the Roof, and my writing is the best it's ever been.
40 really is good, I can't let life's setbacks keep me down. I have so much to live for!
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