I think I sabotage myself.
This summer I was supposed to be working on a second collection of comics. That was the plan. You would think after ten plus years of busy summers I would learn the lesson, but I always cling to hope that this year will be different. I like to indulge my inner optimist.
I did try to take steps to work on the book, but I can't say I made it a priority. Summer is for playing in my garden, digging,weeding, and mowing. It is also when I work on home improvement projects. I've tried to keep up my exercise regimen--at least five days a week since January. This still would have left plenty of time for writing if I hadn't been inspired to join the Alternet art project.
Again, I did try to write. I joined a newly formed local writers' group to encourage myself, but the group was not the right fit, and added work to my already overloaded schedule in the form of critiquing. I wasn't crazy about critiquing or being critiqued in the first place. I am hard enough on myself. Without going into detail, I will simply say that my confidence is lower than it has been for years as far as my writing is concerned.
I've decided I need to refocus on my art and my family. Art has always been my greatest strength, and my family can't help but demand my attention. The writing was happy simmering on the back burner for years before I started messing with it. Before I burn out completely, I want to go back to writing comic strips instead of trying to market them. Some people are really good at selling their work. I am not. Some day I will overcome this weakness, but that will take effort. I simply don't have the energy for it right now. And who knows? Maybe going back to drawing my comics will inspire me to write again.
I hope to have new comics up in a week or so.