Hello friends and welcome to another wonky week of writing.
Last week, despite my anxiety brain spending all its energy trying to convince me it wouldn’t work, I launched my two-pronged short-form fiction project, Drabble Rock. I had a lot of fun with it, but if I’m totally honest, I worried that my enthusiasm for the idea would die off after that first initial burst.
Well, it’s a new week and I’m still excited for it. In fact, I’m itching for Tuesday and already asking myself if once is a week is enough for The Ballad of Mercy May postings. So I am pleased to say that Drabble Rock will be with us for at least another week.
Apart from that, however, I’m feeling a bit like a fraud. I’m really struggling to make headway with Seekers of Empyrean, my urban fantasy novella series. I’m really concerned that the Drabble Rock project has pulled my motivation away, and that I’ve succumbed to Shiny New Syndrome.
Am I real writer if I can’t maintain focus long enough to finish a first draft (much less a second, third, fourth, oh and let’s not forget about querying)?
Am I real writer if I spend more of my time talking about writing than actually writing?
Am I real writer? Or just someone who plays at writing cause it feels cool to say I’m a writer.
My motivation this week is finding out. Wish me luck.