Feeling the need for inspiration.

I'm wrestling with the whole writing thing again, which I understand is part of writing.

In my mind, the struggle manifests itself as a lack of inspiration, a general blah. I've written five novels (and need to edit two but have lost my dev editor), which is a big accomplishment. 

I think what bothers me most about not getting published -- when I accomplish something (a novel), I want a stretch goal, and getting it published is a stretch goal. Otherwise, once one has written one (or five) novels, what else is there?  I'd like to be published so that I feel that the goal isn't totally unattainable.

Lately I've written some short fiction, which gives me something to enter on Submittable for a feeling of accomplishment, and hopefully publication. I have nine items in review, another nine waiting (I think I've said this before). I still wish I felt motivated toward editing/writing the longer stuff.

 Oh, yes, my flash fiction, Becky Home-ecky, now can be found in the A3 Review Volume 11, found in finer bookstores somewhere in the UK. 

I just hope I get out of this slump soon.

Slump

Oh, I really need to get out of this slump!

It's like I've forgotten I'm a writer, and all I want to do is nap all day. That sounds like depression to me, but I don't feel depressed. Just tired, and relaxed, and totally meh.

This, I remind myself, is not who I want to be. I want to be a writer. I want to get a novel published, and maybe some short stories. I have two short stories and a novel (still Prodigies at DAW) out there, and a third short-short that should be announced any day now (I doubt I've won that one, but maybe I'm a runner-up?) 

I'm wondering if winning the short essay contest at A3 has satisfied my desire to get published. I'm wondering where my drive to go further has gone. I'm wondering if I need a change of scenery, but the cafe is closed today. 

I'll push myself to write today, but maybe a bit later.