I feel as if I’m drifting in a small boat through the fog, drowsy, picking up snatches of muffled conversation as I pass by. But in reality the boat has docked. The fog has cleared. So why can’t I wake up? Quick, someone slap me.
Tag: discipline
I’m not undisciplined, I’m just a writer!
Yesterday my husband took dragged me out to lunch. It should have been an easy bribe—an offer of food I don’t have to shop for, prepare, or clean up from—but I’ve been entrenched in formatting my novel for CreateSpace. I confess, I tend to get hyper-focused. Actually, I suspect I have Attention Deficit Disorder. I’ve… Continue reading I’m not undisciplined, I’m just a writer!