Pages Written... 14
Listening to... Carrie Underwood "Some Hearts"
Exercise Done... 15 minutes yoga, run 1 mile
Currently Reading... "Coming Home" Rosamund Pilcher

Everything in my life is going well, mostly, so why am I falling apart?

The writing sucks. I can't seem to craft a story to save my life. The more I do this, the less I feel I know what's going on. So I'm taking a step I haven't done before - I'm going to analyze a couple authors, get it down to mechanics that I can follow. Because even though I've got tons of writing books, tons of worksheets, tons of plotting devices, the truth is, something isn't clicking in my brain any more.

I wrote five novels and can't get the sixth one to coalesce, and I'm on my 7th try in just over a year. Obviously I'm doing something wrong.

Not to mention, there are financial pressures that weren't there before, and I may be finally getting a promotion at work. They're working me longer and longer hours each week - cutting into my freedom, big time - but if I can snag the raise in pay, then it's all good. Except for the part that I won't be around this summer for the boys, which again - sucky. Big sigh.

On the plus side, hubby and I went backpacking last weekend, up at Switzer Falls. We went in about 3 miles, maybe, and set up a trail camp before we actually got to the trail camp. No one around us for what felt like miles. All we could hear were the frogs, the rush of the river, the birds that came out as night fell. An excellent adventure that helped me regain my balance and inbred optimism, not to mention I slept like a baby after a previous night of insomnia.

I'm writing some short stories in hopes of a few sales, mentored by a woman who's sold several. I'll analyze some authors. And I'll work hard at work, while trying to keep it all together here at home.

It's what I do.