Inspiration obviously isn’t going to come to my rescue and zap me out of the mental limbo I’ve been in for so long, so I guess I’ll have to do it myself. Maybe it’s something that old age makes worse, but having to make constant adaptations to new situations in the space of a few short months has been a bitch. Having enjoyed 15 years of sitting quietly in my own space, and having developed a life mode that worked for me probably didn’t help either. But I’m settled now (more or less) in an apartment that costs less than my old studio apartment, is close to twice the size, and has a sunroom that is goading me to return to indoor gardening. Maybe my “black” thumb was just the outcome of having only a few windowsills available for plants.
It’s been hard to make any decisions about writing — or do any writing — but I’m beginning to see light at the end of the tunnel. I wiped several projects that didn’t seem worth pursuing, but rescued one (thank goodness for memory stick backups), and may actually work on it during NaNoWriMo. Which is another decision that can’t seem to settle into yes or no. I’ve dropped out of NaNo, sure that it wasn’t worth devoting an entire month to one novel when I already had so many WIPs lying around, then went right back last year. And here I’m probably about to do it again, with a story that has hung around in the back of my mind for several years, but that isn’t economically worth it. Are any of my books, really?
Mainly, though, I need to get back to final edits for a couple of novels, and learning how to format properly for ebooks. Plus, shove out some blog posts that might be interesting to former readers. And I wonder how many of those are even still subscribed? I know I give up on a blogger when several months go by in silence, so we’ll see.