I’ve struggled this past week with writing every day. I’ve only gotten down a few words for the short story I’m working on. There’s a few reasons for this.
My depression has been bad lately. There have been insurance-related issues (chiefly, they want to make sure I’ve taken literally every other medication that’s cheaper) in getting a full prescription for some medication of which I was taking samples. It was working very well, but it won’t work if it’s not in my system.
I’ve been busy. I’ve had meetings at my full-time job, things to do at home, and just general distractions. It’s hard to focus when you’re exhausted.
More of my work has been rejected, which always makes me doubt the worth of all of this.
But the fact remains: if I’m not writing, I won’t get published.
Telling myself that, of course, just discourages me more, but it’s true.
Hopefully, next week will be better.