I have Writer’s Fatigue and…

probably no small dollup of self-doubt stirred in.

I’m sure most of you know what I’m going through. It is one of those days. Actually about a week now where I sit down at my desk with copious amounts of coffee and edit, read, write, reread, edit. I love writing, don’t get me wrong. It’s just that I need a win. And I did get a small win the other day. Some of my blogs had an big uptick in views-I have an unhealthy relationship with Google Analytics. Sadly I watched the views per hour etc (have to limit my usage). It felt good-wouldn’t say great, but it was nice to see people reading what I had written. Validation? Am I one of those people who just likes writing and doesn’t care what people think, or am I more interested in…what? No, I don’t buy it. I want people to read my book when it comes out. But a large part is the completion and moving on to the next one.

I’ve been blogging for a few months to connect with people. I’m still getting my head around Facebook and Reddit and Medium and Wordpress and StumbleUpon.

However, writing has been a fulltime lifestyle for four years-yet to be published. So far one large book (two years to write) I’ve split down the middle for two parts of a trilogy, the first book to be self-published soon. A murder mystery was next, which took a year to write, and at the start of this year a new novel I spent six months on, then shoved in the back of the drawer for lack of direction and ideas.

I never started with grandiose plans of fame or fortune, only to sell a few books to fund this new path I’ve chosen. I end writing this with a smile on my face. Public therapy for a first-time novelist.

C.Hubbard