Life is what happens...

...when you're trying to write a book.

Gah.

"Blogger forgive me, for I have lapsed. It's been 12 days since my last post..."

It seems like every time I hit a high point in my writing, when my inspiration and motivation are high, my path is well-lit and I can see down the road ahead, and words are flowing onto the page night after night, well - that's when my life gets crazy hectic again and I get pulled away for a week or more, only to drag myself back to the computer, aimless, the motivation and inspiration but dull foggy memories.

Needless to say, that's what's happened again. The Day Job is insanely busy lately (and likely to stay that way for a while). My new aquarium - the "other hobby" - has had issues and required my coveted post-baby-bedtime for water changes and fish medication when I could have been writing. I've been sick, and therefore exhausted and good-for-nothing by the time I got home for most of the last part of last week. Oh, and I do like to see/spend time with my son and DH on occasion.

But now the Siren Song of writing is calling me back. I feel the urge to delve in, see what my characters are up to, add some more punch to previously written scenes. Will I get the chance? Maybe. Tonight is dedicated TV night, and one of my fish is sick again. But I fully plan to be back on the bandwagon by the end of the week. I do have my monthly goals to think about, and there's only a week of January left. I'll try.

On top of everything, I've recently diagnosed myself with an ailment first identified and described (hilariously, and accurately) by Susan: Historical Burnout.

Unfortunately, having a modern character isn't alleviating my symptoms much, since 80-90% of the book is historical, and I'm now facing down scenes that I can't begin to write (even with brackets) until I do major research.

I say again: gah.