Insecure Writers Support Group: Episode the 12th

IWSG

Good day to one and all and a beefy boy howdy to those who need it the most on hump day, and welcome to the skewered literary world of G.B. Miller, where something old more often than not, put out to pasture long before before it's overdue.

Things are still seriously kablooie in my world (work and non-family related headaches specifically), but the need to continue participating in the IWSG blog hop has forced me to de-cloak for the present.

Radio silence is currently the norm as it applies to my writing these days. This even includes the two writing groups that I'm currently a member of on Facebook.

I originally was going to use the alternate question of the month for the topic of choice, but because that has the potential to reopen a scab that has pretty much healed at this point, another topic of choice is needed.

Enter "radio silence".

I always thought that the phrase "radio silence" was a cool group of words to use in any given situation you can come across. Desperately trying to get a grip on the octopus that's known as your job? Apply radio silence. Annoyed as all hell with someone and knowing that to open mouth would make things 10 times worse? Apply radio silence. Wanting to avoid people due to social anxiety? Apply radio silence.

You get the basic idea.

Well, this concept is now being applied to my writing. With so much going right now with work etc., something had to be put onto the back burner, and that something was my writing. I haven't talked about my writing beyond the current stuff that people asked me about. I haven't done any writing since early December due to the aforementioned issues (which includes this nifty thing). I can actually hear my current project rapping gently on my chamber doors, but no reply is given by me to it.

Nothing but radio silence. I don't dwell on my writing project beyond looking at the very old computer that it's currently being writing on and making sure that I still remember the plot lines and where I want to go with it. Once I remember, I turn my attention to other things.

When life is too much noisy shiny crap, sometimes you just have to go radio silent in order to get a grip on things again. Even if it means not attacking the keyboard in order to create the five basic grammar concepts of language and string sentences and paragraphs together for an extended of time. Personally, I'm not happy doing this, but until I can get that square peg back into that square hole again, my writing will be on the back burner, patiently waiting for me to get that square peg back into that square hole.

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