Frustration

So - I'm on the verge of finishing this new novel (which I started over the Christmas holidays). Up until about a week ago, I've felt inspired, excited, and energized about the whole process. It's actually one of the easiest books I've ever written because the characters are so vivid and the story seems to be telling itself.

Well, I feel like I've hit a wall. It's not Writer's Block. It's more like Life Block. I've had some unexpected health issues this past week, blood tests done and such (no results yet), and that's been a terrible distraction. Plus, I received 110 essays this week to be graded. Fun! :-P

I sat down last night to start a new chapter, and re-wrote it three times. I'm just not satisfied with it, just not inspired. And so, I'm frustrated. With myself, with the interruption of creativity, the absence of the Muse.

I know it will be fine - that despite what's happening, I will finish the book. I will press on. But I wish I could take this "life stuff," place it on a shelf somewhere, and dive in to finish the novel. Maybe this weekend, I can do that. I will try...

Thank you, readers, for listening to my frustrated ramblings. There's no real point to today's entry, and I suppose I've been selfish, just wanting to vent. But I didn't have anything enlightening or inspirational to say. If nothing else, I assume that others can relate to my dilemma - because the Writing Life isn't only full of light and creativity and muses. It's also filled with frustration and distraction. All part of this thing we call life...