Apologies. This isn’t my monthly Insecure Writer’s Support Group post but another load of flimsy excuses.
Sorry to the Ninja Captain for missing a month or more – especially as he’s such a stalwart follower. Thanks Alex J. Cavanaugh for creating the Insecure Writer’s Support Group where you can find proper answers to this month’s challenging question.
I need to remember the question is optional!
November 4 question – Albert Camus once said, “The purpose of a writer is to keep civilization from destroying itself.” Flannery O’Conner said, “I write to discover what I know.” Authors across time and distance have had many reasons to write. Why do you write what you write?
Anyway, I was prepping my 2020 NaNoWriMo entry called ‘Lost Sheep’ with a premise linked to Sparkle Anwyl, my Welsh police detective:
A retired Welsh farmer faces challenges to his faith when his legacy is threatened.
However, although I outlined a vague plot, I’ve been unable to write more than a thousand words in the first three days of November.
Distractions: Dungeons, Doughnuts, Dogs, Drugs, and Depression.
How can I write when everything is falling apart? From the world to this country to my body.
In fact, I failed to read the other WEP/IWSG posts last month or finish answering comments. Insecure apologies. Or I for Insincere? I did hit ‘Like’ – I think.
I haven’t even finished reading the novel I started in August – or was it July?
Don’t ask about emails – or Facebook, birthdays, or whatever I’ve forgotten.
At least, I started ‘Lost Sheep’ with a Bible quote – Luke 15:3-7 – then this:
The scent of damp earth greeted Hywel Pugh as he stepped out of Capel Moreia, reassured by the words of Reverend Murray. Sheep had been his livelihood until he handed over to his son Ivor – although he remained involved. Till the Good Shepherd welcomed him to his abode.