fomo

Well, not much of anything new to report on today, for this week or two. I’ve ended up taking more breaks than I wanted or planned for. On account of the changing seasons, and not feeling above the weather, and life taking me on detours I’ve not gotten much written at all. Here and there I’m able to jot down a few hundred words but it’s been a slow going process, the momentum ticking down more and more every day. 

I think I’ll blame it on the impending winter. Whenever the holidays begin approaching I start to lose my desire to be “productive.” I’d rather be with my family, rather be baking and partaking of fun and merriment. Sitting down to type away in my small corner of the world looses some of it’s appeal at this time of year. I can, and did, write my way through the summer months without a drop of FOMO; the slow and steady arrival of thanksgiving and Christmas however, well that makes FOMO stick to me like glue. 

So between being varying degrees of under the weather and being wonderful excited and content to be with my people I’ve gotten so little done. It’s a frustrating thing, I’d like to write more but I love my family more so motivation is hard fought for in these moments.  

It is also possible I’ve hit a lull in the story I’m writing. It’s not that it’s become boring, or lacking in progress, it’s simply in a lull. A story can not, and in my opinion should not, run at break neck pace from cover to cover. So in the longer run of things I’m glad there is a lull, however I’m struggling to write it this time around. Perhaps struggle is too strong a word, more of a sluggishness. 

Anyhow the writing process does so continue to take me by surprise and force my hand of attention.