On My Writing

I haven’t done all that much.  Not only have I not done much but I’ve been jumping from project to project as if I were aimless with no direction.  Perhaps because I am, aimless and have little to no direction these days.

Right now I have three projects logged into Camp NaNoWrimo and I don’t think I’ve written on any of them except the romance project that I started back in the beginning of May.  I have over 9,000 words on that one.  I don’t want to write romance now though.  The words are not coming to me and I’m not inclined to write about a woman and a man falling in love.  Nothing wrong with that.  We all need to fall in love with someone, right?

Then there’s the non-fiction project about becoming a witch.  That has been an idea for quite a while but I don’t have the experience to write a non-fiction work and there is so much research to be done….. I feel overwhelmed.

Today, I added the new fiction.  I think I can say that it will be a science fiction.  I’ve never written science fiction but I don’t know what else to call it.  I can say it’s dystopia but I don’t particularly like dystopian novels so I’m not sure what to label this one as.  It’s just writing.

This new project makes more sense for the times.  I think it came about as my way of trying to make sense of all the things going on and what is going on in my personal life.  But as I write I lose interest in writing.  It just feels like everything is so mundane compared to what is going on outside my four walls.  The longer I stay out of the office the more I forget how it feels to get into a crowded subway or walk the street of New York City as if in a trance focused only on getting to the office and then once in the office focusing only on getting out of the office and out of the city which sometimes, as beautiful as it is, it becomes suffocating.  The more I sit here and try to write the more my words seem to not have much meaning and the new project just sits there on my scrivener file staring back at me wondering if I’m going to open it and start the story at some point.

I wonder if we are ever going to have some type of normalcy.

Author: Ana

I live in Camelot. I didn't do it on purpose but .... here I am. This is the story of another 50+ year old woman who just realized that the life she worked so hard to build is no longer what she wants..... why am I speaking about myself in the third person? Odd!!! Come join me as I try to figure out my next move. Ana

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