I feel myself sinking toward a low point in my emotional and mental states. In some ways history is beginning to repeat itself. The lows I went through then I don't want to re-experience. But they're coming. It's as though I'm standing on the top of a building, watching a tornado sweep toward me. The building is swaying, ready to tip me over the railing, despite the white knuckle grip with which I embrace that pole.
I'm also feeling rather directionless in my writing. I may look like the queen of multi-tasking, with so many projects that I talk about in my WiP Wednesday updates, but the truth is far from it. I cling to these snippets of stories, but none grab me enough that I feel motivated to see them through to the end. The truth is that many of these projects I'll lose interest in within a week or two. Then I'll float along looking for the next idea to consume me. That's what I'm looking for right now.
When I began Oracles Promise it was exciting to me. I enjoyed creating the world, mythology, history, characters, all of it. I enjoyed writing it, even though it took 8 years and shelving it two or three times to get that first draft to "The End."
When I struck on the idea for When the Star Fell it was the same way. I couldn't get my ideas down fast enough. I stuck through to "The End" and have revised it a handful of times. I'm looking forward to revising it again.
I don't feel that way about anything in my writing any more. Not that rush of first ideas, the characters popping through my head, showing me snippets of their story.
Yes, friends, I'm sinking rapidly to a low point and I am grabbing at anything to halt the movement.