Do you every have those days that you want to give in and crawl under the sheets and hide from the world? Do you every have those days when you want to give up your dreams and do something else? Do you ever have those days when you wonder if what you are writing is really worth it? Some days, like today, I wake up, start my day by getting dressed, turning on my computer, checking my emails while I edit my current WIP, and wonder if it’s really worth it. Should I keep up the article writing on publishing and writing? Should I write another blog post that almost no one will read? Should I even try to social networking?
This last one’s hard for me because I’m a social leper, by this I mean that I’m a creative introvert with a severe case of shyness. I choose a select group of people who I find interesting to befriend and have troubles working outside that group. I also have what I call the Awkward Writer disease, which is actually part of being an introverted person, because as much as I love words and can articulate what I want to say in writing, I can’t seem to articulate very well in a conversation. I either say little, or I spew out information until the other person runs from the room (and no I’m not exaggerating). And when I comment on other people’s blogs, I either have foot in mouth disease or I over share information and people aren’t sure what I’m talking about. It’s not as if my sentences don’t make sense or I’m off topic, I’m just not good at the whole commenting thing. Then there are the places that I do comment on and the attack me for promoting my book, even if I don’t mention the damn thing!
Then there is the writing. In my bio I mentioned that for a two-year span I had requirements placed upon me that precluded me from writing. It was pure hell and I’ll never do it again. But there are those moments that I wonder if I’m wasting my time and everyone elses time by writing books?
Today is a day I want to give up. I keep asking myself: Am I really getting anything out of this? Is anyone else?
Hopeful tomorrow I’ll get back that Irish-German fighting spirit that I inherited from my great-grandparents. Because I really don’t want to give up on my dreams. I want to see them succeed. Even if it takes me longer.