This really sucks. I keep thinking about this, over the court of time and yet, it just doesn't seem important enough.
I really have lost interest in writing. Not lost interest in ever doing it again, but it just seems like so much else has gone on. Since my divorce, where I've recovered my life, moving back to my home town, being the sole supporter of myself and my kids, working, going back to school, I just haven't had time. But worse than that I haven't had the inclination.
I've given it a lot of thought and think that perhaps, because of the situation I was in, married, living in a foreign country, cut off from my family… I think I was writing purely as an escape from all of that. And now that I'm no longer trying to escape the hell that was my life, because that has definitely been accomplished, I no longer feel this driving urge to complete these fantasy worlds that I can retreat to in my mind.
I mean yes, I still think of story lines and conversations my characters might have, but there is no "write it or die!" urge screaming at me anymore.
All that said, I think I am going to go ahead and give NaNo a good steam and see what I can manage to churn out. Maybe I'll relearn how to carve out small chunks of chapters at a time until they are done. I just have to remember not to start a whole bunch of new things until I get the old things done!
