Not Writers Block

Confession: My life is in a holding pattern at the moment.

Reading:

• "L. DeBard and Aliette: A Love Story," by Lauren Groff
  
• The House of Mirth, by Edith Wharton
  

Writing:

• "Ferian Fetlock Hitches a Ride" - 1,455 words (Estimated completion 14%)
• "Ferian Fetlock Catches a Cold" - Outline 100%
  

Revising:

• "The Revenant"
• "Cora and the Sea" - Third draft 50%

Still no word from the Tea Lady. I no longer expect such a call.

I really have nothing to say today. I feel completely empty of ideas and motivation. I wouldn't call it writers' block; that's when you're trying to write, and there's something in between you and the words. Right now, I feel like the whole word-hoard (to take a line from Beowulf) is empty.

I need to shake things up somehow, but I'm not sure what or how. I took a couple of nice walks today that didn't become Rambles because no plots gripped my imagination.

What should I do?

Publication Status:

• Submitted: 5
  
• Accepted: 1
• Rejected: 2
• Pending: 2