See, I shouldn't have bragged about getting better last time I blogged. I got uncharacteristically sick the week after and tanked. I missed all the major holidays, which sucks. I didn't even read during that time. Now, I am back at work in Chicago and started teaching yesterday, so I am up at 2a.m. on my early morning writing schedule.
Unfortunately, I am still really sick and have caught another bug, but I have enough energy to produce work. The real block to my creative work has been the pending strike, which is beginning February 4th for the City Colleges Faculty and Professionals. The strike planning meetings are growing, but they don't conflict with my writing schedule, thus far. My energy though is not as high as usual. It was actually pretty low when I taught yesterday, which is not like me at all. :(
Enough crying. This morning, I am aiming to produce five more pages of "The Christmas Gift", the last story in my collection Not Your Abuelita's Folk Tales. I may crank out one more story, since I am not on a tight schedule, but we will see. I'll let the muse take over.
I hope you are able to get over any writing obstacles. Don't let anything get you down.
Hit it, one sentence at a time. #barrioblues