The weekly back and forth…

So here we are again, wrestling the endless game of are we on again or off for good…

Why do we as humans put ourselves in these situations?

And why are we so prone to repeat our own histories?

I can’t focus on my work or pay any attention to this stupid meeting going on right now, because all I can think about is your face. Your damn face and its endless supply of expressions that are so damn hard to read! Why are you so hard to read? I never struggle with people, I can see everything they hide between the lines.

But you.

You are a different story.

I can’t read you. And I hate it.

~A.G

Why must we (as writers) explain our need to write?

Ok, so writing-related post here (of course, why am I even stating it?) I don’t know lol.

Anyway, writing.

Or better yet, What I’m writing these days.

Right now, I’m working on my next book series (7 in total) along with two other novels.  I’m hoping to have completed the 2 novels by the end of this year and to have most of my 7-book series, somewhat laid out and organized.

It’s honestly been rough trying to find the time (an energy) to sit down, relax my brain, and focus on my stories lately.

I’ve felt very stifled recently.

It seems the more I try to focus on my work, the more I’m needing to explain myself and the importance of my writing. I do believe no one really understands the creative process or how much it means to someone until they themselves have tried to create something they’re passionate about.

And It’s not like I’m completely shutting myself off from the world (even though I’d love to do that right about now). I’m honestly trying my hardest to balance it all.

Yes, I’m still young enough to believe it is fully possible to do what you love, hold a steady job (if it’s not your passion you’ve turned into a thriving business) and still manages to have an active social life.

I see all these writers on social media out having a blast with their friends, traveling to book conventions and enjoying writing seminaries, all while still managing to put out new content and publications.  And I’m always left feeling very underachieved and behind with the times.

And then having to justify why I want to spend an hour reading or why I like to spend time/money in a bookstore, just makes me even more irritated and frustrated with life.

Ugh!

Lol, I’m not mopping right, to be honest.

I’m just venting out my frustrations in the hope I’m not the only one dealing with these issues.

The life of a writer, I suppose.

Rant over lol

-Jen

Truth moment (Writer scares)

So, browsing instagram this morning (per usual) I came across this picture posted by a really awesome lady I follow 👉🏼Jennifer , who is one of my many online fitness motivators 😊


I feel like I could read and re-read this all day. 

This is right where I am in life. Sitting here wondering how the heck to seem like more of a professional and less like an uneducated mess.

I want to be out there in the world but heaven help me when the trolls start pouncing 🙈  I’ve never been one to stand up (or out) in a crowd, I prefer to keep to the sidelines, even if I know what I want to say or know it could be helpful (bad Jennifer, bad 😞)

Just the thought of someone picking apart the things I put my heart into and then out into the public eye, makes me nauseous…

I know I’m not perfect.

I know practice can make one better at something. 

And, I know that I’m nowhere near where I want to be and that one day (hopefully) I will be able to stand in my own shoes without caring if someone tries to knock me down. 

But for now, I hate putting myself into something and then sitting on edge, just waiting for someone to tear me down. 

So is it true that haters only rip apart people they envy? 

And, do you ever get to a point where you stop worrying about what people will say about your work?

Jen