Dear T.A.A. Readers,
I know I’ve been a flake lately, mostly because I haven’t been living up to my promise of semi-regular updates on this blog, and just as bad, failed at adopting my new writer’s schedule.The goals I made for 2011 are harder than I thought and hoped they’d be to execute.
There are many reasons to this, but it all boils down to this, despite my efforts to avoid it, I simply burned out.
I spent most of last year in denial about this fact until I finally snapped from the pressure and frustration I felt. In the eight years I’ve devoted to improving my writer’s craft, the last three, 2008-2010, was where I pushed the hardest I’d ever pushed for anything, and I do mean ANYTHING.
Though I’d be lying if I said I made no progress at all, (I honestly did) but even though I was more productive in some ways, in others I was more or less at a standstill, and I didn’t like it one bit.
So what was the setback that led to the standstill I’ve been in since 2011 started?
As I said at the outset, this meltdown happened in stages, many of which will be the basis of future features here at T.A.A. For now though, I’ll focus on the biggest one that effects my blog and non-blog writing: I stopped having fun.
In the last few weeks, I’ve started to heal the writer in me, he never died, but he was on severe life support, and I’m now slowly helping him fight back.
I appreciate those in my former critique group, and my new e-pen pals for understanding my pain, and did their best to be a listening ear during the critical points of my meltdown.
I’m still not at 100%, but I’m certainly out of the fatal zone, so I hope to update the blog more regularly now. I still have big plans for this blog, so please bear with me as I continue to complete my recovery.
May the fantastic fauna be with you!
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