Good morning. I'm having trouble these last few weeks getting back into blogging. I was on hiatus from before Thanksgiving until last week. I missed a lot in the blog world by doing that, but it did get me back into what I needed to do -- spend time with The Monster and my books before the holidays.
But now the holidays are over, and I'm looking at the the next 5 months until I can take my next hiatus. (Part of my publishing goal was to only "work" while The Monster was in school, and when she was out for the summer and on vacations, so was I.) I need to get back to the blogs and come up with something snappy, some witty repartee, some fantastic mind blowing chatter.
Problem is, I've got nothing to say.
I mean, sure, I could talk about my books, but that's boring. You don't want to hear about that.
I could probably go crazy and read a couple of craft books and discuss those, but hey, you can do that on your own. You don't need me.
There's also the idea that I could just talk about The Monster but this isn't a Mommy blog, it's supposed to be a writing blog.
I don't know when the shift in my world occured. I would have to say, probably last summer when I decided to officially self-publish. But in doing that, I became someone new. I lost who I was. I'm not Piedmont Writer anymore, I'm Anne Gallagher -- Author of Regency Romances.
And don't get me wrong, I like Anne Gallagher, I'm just not sure what to do about Piedmont Writer. I liked being a writer. There was fun in that. I got to create new characters, test my wings in writing styles, and POV's, use my brain to figure out how to make good dialogue. Now that I'm an author, it's all about the next book. Traditional published authors will tell you that too. To find and keep an audience.
I hate that. I really do. There's so much damn pressure.
My aunt used to tell me, If I can't say anything nice to or about someone, don't say anything at all. I'm going to modify that concept.
If I can't find anything relevant to say, I won't say anything at all.
I hate the idea of giving up this blog. I really do. I've met so many wonderful people, made so many great friends, formed such solid bonds with other writers. I did miss you all when I was on hiatus, very much, but I've seemed to have lost my voice somewhere. And I really don't know how to get it back.
I'm going to try and only post on Monday for awhile, and see how that works out. I don't really know what else to do.
Tell me -- What do you talk about when you have nothing to say?