Maybe it's because I received a particularly brutal critique a few weeks back. Maybe it's because I'm writing category romance which has a lot of boundaries. Maybe it's because I'm bored.
But should writing be so hard?
I'm pondering my writing goals for the upcoming year and I'm feeling, well, I don't really know what I'm feeling.
I know what I'm not feeling. Enthusiastic.
Is it the typical frustration of an unpublished writer who is staring at the beginning of a new book and wondering if this new idea is any good?
Or maybe it's just this miserable cold I received as a Christmas present that's making me question my choices. I've been stuck inside for the past two days, coughing up a lung, and I think I need fresh air and exercise to clear my head.
Do you question your writing choices? Is the genre you write the one you love the most? Or did you choose it for some other reason? And what do you do when you question your choices? Take a break or plow on?