Checking In

I'm quiet lately because I'm deep into the book in my mind, and it's kind of a Zen place to be. I'll be here constantly until I type "The End". Happens with every book. But it means that I'm not very conversational or chatty at the moment.

Making things a little more challenging on the writing front is the fact that my little guy discovered how to climb out of his crib last night. So my concentration level was zero as I had to keep getting up and putting him back into his crib. But it's a new game for him so he's really diggin' it. So it might be a while before I can do night writing without nodding off.

Heat wave here in NY suuuuuuucks. The atmosphere is heavy and oppressive. Can't like it. Makes me feel like I've been run over by a truck. I know a lot of people are feeling the same way. I much prefer the refreshing Sept/Oct air. I'd be happy with that weather all year round.

Struggling once again with the "I suck/I don't suck" routine. I slide in and out of both so quickly lately. I know all of my favorite writers experience the same thing. I think if what you're writing matters to you, you do experience self-doubt. It's just really nerve racking because we really have to take it on faith that what we're putting on paper will be worth reading to somebody other than ourselves.

And so it goes. That's all for now.