Yes I am still writing my book, I know the story that I want to tell, I have the plot etched in my head and I know the characters and I have the locations where the action needs to take place. It seems that I have all the ingredients, then why is it so hard? I have gotten to writing at least 1,000 words a day except for weekends. Weekends are dedicated to being with my hubby since I don’t see him during the week. So on average I’m clocking in 3,000 to 5,000 words a week, not bad when I see it in black and white. But why does it feel like pulling teeth? Every morning, I spend time reading the news and afterwards, I spend at least an hour writing my little commentary on what I have read and what my thoughts are regarding political issues, these little tidbits flow out through my fingers without fail. I don’t agonize or feel apprehensive when I write those comments. When I sit down to work and write on my book, I feel anxious and exposed. It’s a little disconcerting. I write about myself all the time, I clue people into my political psyche whenever I write my comments, I answer Plinky prompts diligently each and everyday and I share my personal stories and feelings on the daily post. So why do I get all smeezled, I made that word up and I never do that, but that is what I feel like when I am writing my book, smeezled. What if I spend a few more months writing it and I finally finish it, do the harder work of editing it and then nothing. Is that what has me all smeezled? Maybe, I don’t know. I am not going to give up or stop, no matter how smeezled I feel. I like the word smeezled.