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I haven’t written since the day before the bomb cyclone in March.

I was actually winding down, anyway – not because I was done with the particular book, but because I was struggling again. Then my laptop, while functional, has been giving me increasing amounts of electronic geriatric attitude, so it needed to be replaced (but of course my personal LAN admin (Brant) won’t let me acquire just any laptop, then he has to format it to work with our LAN and oh, by the way, Microsoft will stop supporting Windows 7 in 2020 and Windows 10 is not going on this network so you’re going to need to get used to LibreOffice, and, and, and…). Then, of course, there is the house and the kids and so on.

To be fair, I had slammed out almost forty chapters in 25 weeks before all this, but the current section is a bit of a booger (as other, previously described sections here) – lots of strands need to be brought back together or cut off in a logical fashion. So a bit of a brain break away before looking at it again could be a good thing.

I’m hesitant to start on a different (romance) manuscript while I wait for the brain to recharge on the fantasy manuscript. I still don’t think of myself as a “romance” author – the males in the ones I write are male enough that I’ve had males say “thank you for writing the male hero as an actual MALE,” which I think is not what the female set looks for when they pick up a romance novel, so maybe I’m writing something else and I don’t know what it is yet.

Anyway, I’m hesitant to pick it up for some reason. Maybe it’s because I told myself I needed to FOCUS and FINISH the Fantasy series before moving on to another one. Maybe I’m worried about… I dunno, something? Too close? Too foreign? Too… something.

Maybe I’m scared of something? Writing is often a form of therapy for writers. Perhaps there’s some deep underlying thingum that I want to express in that manuscript, but I’m afraid to do so?

Maybe-Oooo! Nachos…