Better Late Than Never

To understand why I didn't get a blog written yesterday, take a look at my writers group's new blog and website.  By the time I was finished, after working on them most of the day, my eyes were crossed, and I never wanted to look at a computer screen again.

Of course that has passed now.  I watched a little TV, went to bed, couldn't sleep, got up and wrote some notes on current WIP, and finally drifted off to dreamland.  Typical night, except that I don't watch a lot of TV, especially in the summer.  I'm not a couch potato in the fall, either.  That's a habit I broke, long ago, and don't plan to return to.  One bad habit down, a gazillion to go.

I should be writing.  I have two proposals that need to be reworked, and I've actually dabbled at doing that.  But dabbling is all.  I seem to be frozen and unable to do what needs to be done.  I've brainstormed with the two Ks, and we have another session planned for tomorrow via 3-way phone call.  All I can do is hope that something inside me clicks.  And soon.

This is the first time in over fifteen years that I haven't been doing at least something with a WIP.  There have been times in the past when I've needed to write--desperately needed to get it down on paper/computer--but couldn't because of other things going on.  This is one of the few times in all those years that my time is pretty much my own.

I should be churning out words by the pageful.  Blame must be put somewhere, other than on my normal duties as Queen of Procratination, so I've decided to blame it on the heat.  It's noon here, and the temp is 109.  That's expected to rise to at least 112 at some point.  We've had over a month of 100+ temps, so it must be the weather.

It isn't.

Help and advice are needed, before LATE becomes NEVER.