I had another one of those "AHA!" moments the other day. The ones that make you feel really stupid for not realizing it until it hits you in the head like a present from the bowels of an irritated pigeon.
Writing is supposed to be fun.
I usually LOVE spending my time, fingers on the keyboard, discovering characters and then throwing them into a pit while fixing lazy dialogue like "Help me!"
But lately I avoid the keyboard like it's the worst chore in the world.
In short, I stopped playing.
It's ok. I even know why I stopped. My life for the last few months feels like one big countdown to the day my husband deploys.
I'm not going to lie. It sucks.
And I'm really looking forward to when I'm ready to start playing again.