Chaos in a romance novel has its place. Often our characters' worlds are discombobulated and thrown out of wack right up until that happily ever after. Then they, and us authors and readers, can breathe a sigh of relief.
Chaos in real life is a little less entralling. I'm feeling a bit chaotic these days.
Here's what my desk looks like...
...and this is what my closet looks like...
...and this is what my garden looks like...
Yep. Inside and outside various places in my house are a mess. I'd like to blame going back to school, but to be honest, things looked like this all summer and I was too busy relaxing to do much of anything about it. I can't really lay the blame on being stressed out at school, because so far, my new class is great.
Nope. It's all due to my lack of motivation. Which is carrying over into my writing life. Since July 30 I've written a grand total of four pages. Yep. Four...as in one, two, three, four. I guess to be fair to myself I did spend some time since then doing blurb writing, cover information, edits, and galley approval on An Unexpected Blessing , but I haven't generated anything new in quite a while.
I don't know what it is. I'm just not in the mood. To write. Or to organize.
Hopefully something will come along and kick me in the tush soon...because walking into my closet is becoming increasingly like wandering through an obstacle course. It's only a matter of time before I twist an ankle or a knee. And perhaps if my desk was neater, I'd feel more like sitting down at it and banging out some progress on my WIP.
Only time will tell.
Until next time,