I feel like the warm weather has stunted my growth.  My writing is suffering because I want to open the windows and play games and stuff.  I’m just not miserable enough! 

Several years ago I noticed a link between my personal level of unhappiness and my writing.  The more I hated things the more I wrote.  When I was comfortable and content, I wrote less.  This still seems to be true even though I am now old enough to take responsibility for my own motivation.  I just get tired of hating everything all the time.  That takes a lot of energy that could be put to better use on things like cooking or carpet cleaning, both of which are things that need to be done.

My wife has taken possession of my NaNoWriMo draft of Smashing Pumpkins and is in the process of editing.  I’m curious to see what her suggestions are.  I set it aside in favor of working on my Guild Wars 2 fanfiction piece, The Mine, for a bit, hoping the side project would clean out my eyes a little so I could get a renewed perspective.  This is my first novel ever and I’m quite anxious about it.  While I have enjoyed The Mine a lot I know I need to tear myself away and get back to my novel.  But the weather is so nice.  And my carpets need cleaning!