It’s been a while. I have no excuse, but still have the desire to let blog followers know how life in my corner of the Universe has been.
I started a new day job as a technical writer. I really didn’t like it at first as I wasn’t actually writing a word and, at the time, it didn’t look as though I would be. Considering that I had been on quite the productive, creative writing roll before starting a new report-here-for-40-hours-a-week-for-money job, I admit that I got more than a little depressed about it. And for some reason, not getting to write during the day pretty much took the wind out of my sails as far as any writing or blogging I would have decided to do in the evening. So after my nightly job search was done (because I believed I’d made a horrible mistake in accepting my current job), I put aside the computer and stared dejectedly at the TV; remote in one hand, adult beverage in the other.
Of course, I wasn’t sleeping very well either. It was the lack of sleep that finally drove me to confront my employers about how in the world they were going to hire a technical writer and not let her write. I wish I had done this much sooner! They assured me that I would be writing and possibly even editing soon, and explained why I was not doing so at the time. Feeling better about everything, I slept like a baby that night (although that probably also had something to do with not sleeping the night before). A couple of days later, my employers kept their word and I was assigned a real technical writing task.
But even with the problem at hand solved, the pattern of doing nothing with my evenings remained. If someone had asked me if I was depressed, I’d have said no. I wasn’t feeling particularly low anymore. In fact, I was feeling something that came close to contentment. But there was very little difference between depressed me, and what I claimed to be a fully functioning, productive me.
Coming out of the slump felt more like waking up than cheering up. It usually feels this way, whether I “wake up” on my own, or whether I have some metaphorical alarm clock screeching at me.
This time I had the aid of the screeching alarm clock in the form of a submission deadline for a short story contest. Honestly, part of me expected to go back to sleep after the “final” edits and the submission process were complete. But I find myself faced with the other stuff I said I was going to accomplish. I have other submissions to take care of, a ton of reading to catch up on, a home to clean (because it is–in my opinion–a wreck), not to mention this blog.
Now, if someone could bring me some coffee…