In the past month, I haven’t written, and I haven’t posted. Sure, I’ve been active on social media, but the novel and the blog? Dead in the water.

But I swear I have good explanations for both.

I didn’t post on this blog because my website’s backend code had a bug in it that prevented me from accessing the site. Luckily, I’m dating a very capable software engineer and those problems have been fixed. Thanks, doc.

And I didn’t write because I was travelling all over the place. As my Twitter and Instagram followers know, I went to Iceland, England, and Italy…and I had only intended to go to Iceland and England. You know life has become wild when you get a surprise trip to Italy.

Travelling a lot meant that e v e r y t h i n g got thrown off track. I didn’t anticipate getting much writing done while travelling, and I didn’t.

Now my travels are over and I’m five weeks away from starting grad school. More importantly, there are only fifteen chapters between me and my editing being done. F I F T E E N. That’s just three chapters a week. After literal years of work, the finish line is finally in sight.

You’d think I’d be over the moon, but…I’m not.

My travels weren’t the only reason I didn’t write much in August. I’m in a serious creative funk. Even worse, all the magic has been sucked out of this novel.

Wanna know how bad it got? I actually considered giving up on it. I seriously thought, “Hey, maybe I’ll just leave this nearly-completed novel for the first cute little plot bunny that waggles its tail at me.”

I didn’t succumb to the temptation to be unfaithful, but the fact that I even considered it when I literally only have fifteen chapters to go scares me.

Possible reasons for my near-infidelity include:

  1. I’m dragging my heels because I’m afraid to venture into unknown territory by taking the next steps toward publication.
  2. I’ve worked on this story so long that I’ve become numb to it all, even its good points.
  3. All my ideas genuinely suck and I should just give up on them and go watch Bob’s Burgers for the fifth seventh tenth time.

I don’t know what the problem is, exactly, but sitting around wrestling with them isn’t easing my writerly conscience.

If anything, considering the big questions when I should be editing is filling me with guilt and shame.

So, I’m going to push on. It’s time to get tough with myself. Come hell or high water (or apathy or disenchantment), I will finish this novel. And if, along the way, I happen to figure out what the h*ck is making me want to quit this novel for good, all the better.

Anyways, sorry this has been such a quiet month. If it’s any comfort, I ate some really gross shark while in Iceland.

I’ll post August’s batch of writing prompts next week, and then things will get back on schedule in September.

Onwards, friends!

Those are all my thoughts—now I want to hear yours!

Have you ever had all the will to write drain out of you? How do you get out of a writing slump? Are we all doomed to think our work is crap forever? Is there a way to not feel guilt and shame? And what shows have you watched five seven ten times?