Damn, would you look at that? 2016 is here and 2015 is beating feet down the road in search of a beach and an umbrella drink. Kind of wish I was tagging along. I’m not ready for this new year, not by a long shot.
Don’t get me wrong, I have a list (a loooonnnnggg list) of things I’d like to accomplish in this daunting New Year, but I find myself reluctant to get to work. I can’t blame my lack of motivation on any one thing, but could maybe nick it with a few items if I tried. Pinpointing the reasons behind my blah-humbugs isn’t going to fix it. Is that going to stop me from listing them?
I finished the third PSY-IV Team book, MARKED BY OBSESSION, the first week of December and sent it off to my lovely editor. What followed after is what writers refer to as Post Traumatic Writing Syndrome. Seriously, it’s a thing. When the story is done, and your character has met whatever end you set for them, there is this adrenaline spike followed by a serious letdown that swoops in and manhandles your emotional stability to the ground, administers a few well-placed kicks and walks away laughing, while you’re curled up into a ball relearning how to breathe. To put it mildly, it sucks, big time,
When I finally uncurled, it was just in time to begin the whirlwind of holiday festivities. Never a fun thing for me to begin with as I’m an introvert by nature. This means, I need a least a week to prepare myself for the storm of social interaction required to share the joy of the holidays with loved ones near and far. This time, the week was spent curled into the ball mentioned above, so prep time was null and void.
Now that the holidays are laying rubber on asphalt and their taillights zipping down the road, I find myself standing at the threshold of new year, eyeing my to-do list and wondering if there’s still a chance to catch 2015 and stow away in its carry-on.
Yeah, I didn’t think so…