I haven’t written fiction in a month.  I’m not sure how that happened and I’m annoyed with myself.  In fact, I feel a little nauseous when I think about it.  I’m a writer.  I’m supposed to be writing.  I’m not writing.

I have excuses-- go ahead, ask me.  There was the I just finished a big project and need to take a few days off excuse.  As well as the semester is over and I have the summer off from teaching so I’m taking a few days off excuse.  The it’s my birthday week excuse didn’t make me feel too guilty.  Neither did the I’m pregnant and too utterly exhausted to be creative excuse because I was simply too tired to care. And that excuse is closely related to the I’m nesting and would rather clean out this drawer than write excuse, which is practically biological and you can’t argue with biology, right?  Of course, I swear I was finally getting ready to do some serious writing when I had to use the old my computer is fried and I can’t write until it’s fixed excuse.

Not that I haven’t done some kinds of writing.  I have.  Which is why I also have the I’ve been brainstorming anthology ideas/got contracted to edit an anthology/had to write my first call for submissions excuse.  Followed by the you should see the notes for all of the other ideas I’ve been brainstorming excuse.  And the I’ve been blogging on two blogs, and that’s kind of like writing excuse.  Not to mention the I was approached by someone who likes my writing and I’m working on something which might turn into a big writing project excuse.  Let’s not forget the golden oldie excuse I write best under a deadline.

This past week, I’ve had the hubby just got home from deployment excuse and the we have a million things to do and we’d better start now excuse.  It’s Friday night, which means I’m now using the it’s the weekend and I have things to do but I promise I’ll hit the writing hard on Monday excuse.

In the end though, they’re just excuses.  Some are legit and some aren’t, but they’re all reasons to not write and I don’t need reasons to not write.  I don’t even need reasons to write.  I have no less than six stories that need to be written in the next month, plus a sample for the above mentioned potential big writing project, plus a novel proposal I want to finish before RWA.  I have the reasons to write-- I just need to sit down and write. 

And I promise I’ll write… on Monday. 

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