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I’m a wee bit behind on my postings. Last week was Spring Break and the monkeys were home and, and, and.

Anyhoo, April 2019 IWSG prompt isn’t blowing up my skirt.  Only ONE wish to suss out ONE writing thing, like a single chapter or a specific type of scene? I’ll tell you what my wish is:

I want that Muse back with her ass in the chair, that’s what I want. Any of my various Muses will do, but at least one of them slaving away alongside me.  But they’re flighty bitches who get easily squirreled by shiny new things and/or overworked, so they’re not always about when I want them about.

Where was I? Ah, yes. This month’s prompt ain’t doin’ it for me. I’m still tired from last week, and the week before’s word count averages kinda sucked. They were more than Spring Break’s big fat goose-egg, but they didn’t break a thousand a day, so that was a little depressing (the weekly goal is three-thousand total, but since January I’ve been averaging 2000 word days without entirely intending to, so while the goal hasn’t changed, the knowledge that I can do better than 500 a day has fueled my inner competitive ego against my inner procrastinator, so there’s that).

I know sometimes some people need to take a break so their minds can recharge and take a few turns on the subconscious writing rubik’s cube, and I do know that I am one of those people, but it does make for spectacular irritation to be so tired you can barely think straight with the desire to be productive at the same time. And caffeine is not helping.

So, what am I insecure about this month?

I think this month, it’s the fear of encroaching fatigue. When it reaches critical mass, it can be months before I get back on the writing ball again, and with summer break approaching, I’m not sure how I can balance the monkeys, the house, the necessary property maintenance, the WIP’s and UFO’s I’ve got lying around that I promised myself I would finish before getting anything else new and shiny to work on, and writing.

We’ll see how it goes.

But if you hear a scream of heart-wrenching agony coming from the direction of Colorado sometime around June, know that it’s probably me.

Check out the Insecure Writer’s Support Group to see more writers dish about their concerns, their solutions to various problems, or just general nephophobia.