What Do You Do When Writing's Not Fun Anymore?

I’m sure hoping the feeling is fleeting, but I’ve been locked up in a hotel room for over 24 hours and 7,000 plus words later…writing has become a chore. A chore for which I’m NOT GETTING PAID!

It made me start to wonder why I put myself through this torture when I could be just as happy (if not more so) watching reruns of LOST and developing my own theories while crocheting a 90 foot afghan. Heck, I’d probably finish the afghan before I finish this book. It also occurred to me tonight as I wrestled some very badly written words out of my head and onto the screen that I’d get more joy out of seeing my book unfold in my mind, so why oh why oh why do I think I have to actually write them down for no one else but me and my mom to read.

Insanity! That’s what I call it, and I’m certifiable! I’m 38,000 words into my 80,000 historical romance and I just want to be done with it. I guess I can blame it on the sagging middle and keep my focus on the good things to come. Or maybe I’m just getting too old for these writing marathon weekends. You know what might help. A contract. And money, yea, that would help dull the pain a little. And some Ben & Jerry’s Chubby Hubby but no matter where I look the stores don’t stock them, that’s when when I actually do find I pint, I need to grab it and run.

So now the question. What makes you the energizes bunny? That dude keeps going and going and going and never gets anywhere! Yes, this post is random and scattered like my brain after staring at the screen since 8 am. So I guess I should call it a night and pray morning doesn’t come too soon!