Down the Rabbit Hole

And once more with feeling....

On a search for a little distraction this morning I signed onto writing.com and there it was...another blinking reminder to update the o' blog! Several reminders actually, as I have missed a few days in my crusade to write everyday. Sigh...its not that I'm lacking in material, there is a virtual cornacopia of thoughts swirling about in my head these days, but sometimes it seems like it would take a monsterous effort to pen them into electronic ink. I've not written an original piece of fiction in about a month, which concerns me a bit. I'm worried about my family, my relationship, the direction of my life. I don't think I'm blocked, just too distracted to allow myself to be distracted...as if that makes any sense at all!

I'm working on editing a piece I'm not crazy about but I'm told has potential. But mostly I'm avoiding working on the one piece that I know has potential. I fear that turning back to it now will drain me. I've never been afraid to write something before. I've never been afraid that finishing something will be too costly for me in other ways.