I haven’t been writing, I am sorry to say. I can’t put my finger on the prob but I hope my condition clears up before the Minnesota Northwoods Writers Conference in July. One shouldn’t go to a workshop like that while in the middle of writer’s block. It seems like a waste of money. I will have a one-on-one with one of the instructors while I am there. That seems like a waste of someone’s time. If something doesn’t happen to wake me up before then I will at least be among some nice people. Writers are almost always nice people, especially the barely published ones. A little pathetic, sometimes, but nice. At this type of conference, the writers who come share the fact that they are always short of their aspirations, which puts them all in the same boat. Attending feels like going to a support group meeting. We are all addicted to the idea of writing. If nothing else comes of it, one comes away feeling less alone.
You may be able to tell that it is a gloomy morning in central Minnesota. An Eeyore day. I am not an Eeyore by nature, but on Eeyore days, I can really get into it with the rest of them.