June was my least productive month since starting to write five years ago. I managed to squeeze out 12,000 words on a so-so novel. Maybe it's better than so-so. I did manage to sub one story (which is being "held for further consideration"). But as far as write 1 / sub 1... I'm a failure. I'm suffering from a severe case of the blahs right now.
Have you heard of Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs? (here's the Wikipedia primer, if needed)
During the home remodel (and yes, it has spilled beyond the bathrooms), I feel stuck on level 2: safety.
Notice "creativity" falls under the top level.
My wife told me to go on sabbatical. I'm not going to do that. I love writing too much.
But for now, I'm going to spend a few hours on rebuilding my home.
How's the summer in your world?