It's time for another meeting of The Insecure Writer's Support Group, otherwise known as. . .
This is a place where writers come with all their doubts, fears, suggestions and words of encouragement, and was founded by none other than the amazing Alex Cavanaugh
If you want to learn more, head on over here.
Alex's helpers this month are: Olga Godim, Chemist Ken, Renee Scattergood, and Tamara Narayan! Thanks guys for all that you do!
I still haven't gotten all of my 'technical difficulties' worked out (my inability to comment on Blogger posts or several followers to comment on mine), but so far, it appears to be a browser problem...Google Chrome just isn't always cooperating with Blogger. So, I'm going to have to switch browsers to comment (pain in the neck), and others. . .well, if you notice that your comment isn't showing up and you really want to comment, then it will take a switch of browsers for that moment.
As said. . .pain in the neck.
And now, it's time for this week's question:
When your writing life is a bit cloudy or filled with rain, what do you do to dig down and keep on writing?
At the moment, my life isn't really filled with rain and clouds, but it is doing a weather flip-flop. My husband is living a boyish dream and heading into trucking for a few years before he hits retirement. (The Europeans don't have the huge semis like we do in America, so his little kid heart has always dreamed of cruising across American highways. . .he's dreaming of ice-trucking in Alaska too, but that's still in the future.)
So life is taking a drastic change, since the kids and I will be on our own most of the time. And that with a farm, which I'm not sure will work yet. In other words, I'm getting our house ready for sale this summer and planning on moving...no idea where yet...
Which is such a cool adventure of its own! Florida? Arizona? Oregon? Minnesota? Anywhere!
So, yeah. Keeping my head in writing isn't easy.
But I do it. Writing, like reading, is an escape to a different reality, where only the characters and their problems matter. Do I always feel like writing? Heavens no. But once I sit my backside down in that chair and force myself to concentrate for ten or so minutes, I find myself getting swept up into the other world. It's like getting out of bed on cold mornings. You don't want to do it. . .it hurts to do it. . .you're sure you can't do it. . .but rip off that blanket, get dressed, and suddenly, life's happening.
How do you get yourself to write on those rainy, stormy or simple weird weathery periods in life?