The Blahs

That's where I am right now. Deep in the depths of The Blahs.

The Blahs may not be a real place, but they sure feel like one sometimes. They're the place where the sky is cloudy and the weather's cold. Where the stories don't flow, or at least don't flow smoothly, and the water does--usually out of a pipe that it shouldn't be flowing from.

It's winter here, and I think a lot of people find themselves in The Blahs at this time of year. The daylight hours are short, and this winter we don't even have snow to make the leafless trees and browning lawns look prettier.

Under my top-secret pen name, I had three deadlines to meet during the past week. I've met them all, but doing so sent me further into The Blahs, and has also caused me to sadly neglect the young adult novel I should have finished writing by now. Knowing that I haven't been working on that as much as I should have isn't helping me get out of The Blahs.

But...I met those deadlines, and I am over halfway finished the YA novel. I know what happens in the rest of it, it's just a matter of getting the words on the pages. I have another YA project planned for when I finish this one, and I'm really looking forward to it. And I tentatively have another YA release scheduled later this month.

So there's a lot to look forward to, and I won't be in The Blahs long. They're just not much fun while I'm here.