Washed Out Itsy Bitsy Spider

Hi anybody,

No blog yesterday? That's right. The Internet connection is down a lot as of late (don't come to Thailand for a stable Internet let me tell you). It makes it hard to research while writing and impossible to write a blog of course. But the impact of having no connection to the World Wide Web is disconcerting in more ways. I am also trying to look for work, because I find that I no longer can hold on to writing as my only lifeline to a daily activity. There is stress in our household and insecurity regarding a stable income (damn those American employers) and as such I find that I might have to sacrifice time writing for looking for work. But how to do so without Internet?

So all in all I had a bad day yesterday and wasn't able to write more than a couple hundred words. To add to that I find my motivation lacking and my Muses trying to get me to stop the car so they can hitch a ride with someone else. I'm getting very little support it feels from anybody. I'm just writing in this private little world, in my isolated little room in the top of our house, and no one knows it. Even Nancy, who is co-writing the series and sharing editing duties with me has not looked at the material for over three months since I volunteered to write the first draft. There seems to be no one following or commenting on this blog, which makes it feel like I'm just venting into space.

Is anybody out there?

Maybe Blogger has given me a malfunctioning site, as commenting seems to be impossible. While I try to resolve it (once the sun comes out and dries up all the rain...) maybe you should send your comments to: claxtons@gmail.com. And then there is the very annoying bit where you select a word while editing the blog and if you then just start re-typing it doesn't delete and replace, no, it starts 'researching' your selected word by jumping to another site...IN THE SAME FRIKKIN WINDOW YOU'VE JUST TYPED YOUR BLOG - EFFECTIVELY ERASING YOUR WORK.

Sigh...

After three weeks of blogging I'm starting to feel like abandoning my efforts. I just don't want to do this anymore. I'm depressed and in a funk. Events conspiring against me to actually get this book written. But maybe this is the phase where a writer finds him or herself in every once in a while - the literary equivalent of letting the soil rest for a period of time so it will be more fertile with the next seeding. I'll plod forward anyway hoping that it's only a phase, but I sure hope this cracked and pothole-ridden road I'm on will turn smooth and straight again soon.

For those wondering by the way why very little actual story has been shown here, I repeat: this blog is not about the story we are writing, even though I'll lift al ittle bit of the veil now and then. It is about the process of writing a first novel and the complications around it.

..Whoops..there went the Internet again....sigh.....