french kissed by the muse…or lack thereof
Its been a long while since I’ve updated on what I’m doing with my writing. Truth be told I’m in the middle of a black writer’s block, but I’ve tried to stay busy. A tiny rundown:
- I’ve submitted a micro-fiction about bipolar disorder called “You, Me and Matthew Makes Three” to a journal called The Vestal Review.
- Reviewed Quick Fiction for Common-Line magazine this month.
- I wrote my first poem in months after an afternoon of Amanda Palmer and coffee.
- I’ve taken on a weekly series Troubadour 21 has named “My Brother Billy,” which is keeping me writing every week.
I’m finding out the harsh realities of being a professional writer, realizing that every piece of work you put out isn’t always going to be french kissed by the muse. As a friend told me this weekend though, sometimes you’ve just got to let it go and let it be what it’s going to be. Sometimes you just don’t have all the variables in place to work like you want to work, you just don’t have the time. You do the best you can and that’s that.
Right now it’s all I can do to write these few sentences, but picking them now is better than letting them rot on the vine.
Orphans, how do you get that cold bitch to put out when you’re needing to create?
Tags: writer's block
