While watching an old episode of Criminal Minds last night, he says, "You should watch this episode. Maybe it will give you some inspiration for you book." I looked up from my iPad and shrugged. He says, "I guess you aren't really writing it anymore" and goes back to watching quietly.
That seemingly innocent observation stung like a wasp. A big red one!
He's right, I have not been devoting much time to writing. Instead, I've been paying attention to my children! Landon and Katrina tug at my mind a good majority of the day. They want their story written just as much as I yearn to write it. However, my children are alive and real (forgive me for using the r word) and they need me to continue to mold them into people. Landon and Katrina can be put on hold. I promise someday I will get to finish their story. I just feel that I have more important things on my plate right now.
It may be safe to say, I have a self inflicted writer's block. I have allowed my children to block my characters from speaking to me! I also blame George R.R. Martin. If he would have written shorter books... Let's just say, I am loving his writing!