slacking

This is my first October post which has me feeling, well, lazy, despite my writing efforts which have actually been doubled this month

I've decided to use this post to analyze my predicament...every writer has one, right?

So, my predicament: I AM NORMAL

Yes, I said it. These days, it seems that being "normal" is a bad thing or somehow less serious. I'm not over the top normal but then again, I'm more normal than abnormal, or more sane than crazy so, where does that leave me and my writing?

Does it make it or me less interesting, less likely to be taken seriously? Sadly, in the world of writing, I say yes. Now, sane might be more likely to land me an agent but, with that sanity comes the question of...is the sanity marketable? Again, sadly, in the wrold of writing, I say no. Sanity might just be the death knoll for a fiction writer struggling to break into the inudstry. Maybe it means we play it too safe, take too few risks. Maybe it means we analyze too much and write too little. I'm not sure what it is, but I'm certain it is the predicament I'm in.

I don't know how to fix it short of going nuts. But for now, I'm going to try and read more. Reading always brings me back home, a reminder that out of predicaments, perseverance is born.