Writer's Block
Or more precisely, writer's apathy. Lately I have been singularly unmotivated to write original, scintillating content for HCDSM.I suspect the reason is twofold - I only have so much non-professional energy to go around, and I've been focusing on other things rather than writing. Things like running, and baseball, and my Awesome, Awesome Niece, and home improvement projects, and reading.
The second reason is that I think spaces like this tend to ebb and flow in terms of content. Because I don't use this space for self-promotion, it can basically be whatever I want, whenever I want. So when I'm feeling unmotivated content can become a little thin and I won't incur serious repercussions. It's true that I may lose casual readers during these periods, but my regulars have been pretty loyal in terms of waiting me out when my content goes through periods of meh.
I don't know when the meh will abate - hopefully soon, as I'm starting to bore myself.
Run, Janiece, run
I've been slowly increasing my once-weekly "long" run (as compared to my twice-weekly 10K training runs), and yesterday, for the first time, I ran nine miles. I'm hoping to get to thirteen miles before the end of the year, but I am in my late 40's, so we'll see how the body holds up to those demands.I'm really happy that I've finally reached a point where I see my body as the amazing machine that it is, and take pleasure in its performance, but damn I wish I'd come to this realization when I was still young and strong. Gravity is indeed a spiteful bitch, not to mention aging joints.
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As a fan of both short stories and Steampunk, I'll be checking out Rachael's stories.
Count me in the "oblivious to the awesomeness of a functioning body back when it actually functioned better" club.
Yeah, count me in, too. It's a shame that it's such a big damned club.
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