Thank goodness January is over. I’m not sure how much of my attitude for the last couple of weeks has been down to the start of the year, Covid, hiding away in my little lockdown space and wondering what the rest of the world is doing… And feeling guilty for feeling bad when so many people, including friends, are in a situation so much worse than mine.
IWSG Question of the Month
Yes, this is my Insecure Writers Support Group post this month. Once more I can thank Ninja Captain Alex Cavanaugh, ably support by the co-hosts Louise – Fundy Blue (again) , Jennifer Lane, Mary Aalgaard, Patsy Collins at Womagwriter, and Nancy Gideon, for providing us writers with a space to hang out and support each other through the ups and downs of our writing lives.
Thank goodness for the question…
Blogging is often more than just sharing stories. It’s often the start of special friendships and relationships. Have you made any friends through the blogosphere?
Yes. And you know who you are!
It’s surprising, though, just how far friendships reach. Not just physically (worldwide), or through writing efforts, like beta-reading, or ‘last check before the final check – mark 2’. Several online friends are as close as any others I’ve made over the years, whether they live nearby or not.
Who am I kidding? None of my friends live near me. I sometimes wonder about myself on this. Am I only able to make friends with people a fair distance from me? What went wrong after I left university that I don’t have friends to hang out with? No, I hung out with friends after that… until…. well, until I went to Norfolk, actually. And here I am now, in Hampshire, with no friends nearby because of lockdown. My neighbours have been great. Although I am gradually finding people who are part of the social scene I would have joined had lockdown not happened–the gardening club, for example.
So it’s no wonder my online friends have been a more constant source of back-up and encouragement, or just people to talk to. Thank you. Big Hugs.
Thank goodness January is done
So what’s been going on in January that got me down?
Well, I read a (middle grade) book that garnered several awards. I thought it started badly and ended in several tropes. I couldn’t see why anyone would give it awards. It made me think that my ideas for writing middle grade books must be all wrong.
I’ve been putting together a collection of middle grade stories. I’d got to the point of sending it to junior beta readers. And now I read it and think: what’s the point? It’s total rubbish. I’m kidding myself to think that it’s worth putting these things out in the public domain when I obviously have no idea what middle grade readers want.
And that spiralled into those short stories I was struggling to write, and the third book in the Viridian series. I did get a new idea for the start of that, driving back from a walk in a lovely bit of countryside. Hmm, yes, driving. That used to be nice. Or sitting on a train, gazing out of the window. I used to get most of my story ideas doing that. It’s like going for a walk to sort your head out.
Instead I’ve had at least five nights out of the last ten with difficulty getting to sleep, or bad dreams, or waking up several times. Well, I’ve certainly had two nights without any of those.
It’s called lockdown-itis. And writing about it helps.
Now it’s February. Deadlines for the short stories this month might help focus the mind. And getting them done would help my sense of achievement. In fact I got one done on Monday–and enjoyed writing it!
I hope you’re feeling okay. At least reading things like this helps you know that you’re not alone, and in fact it’s entirely normal for the strange times we’re living in.