Rambling Friday: What's wrong with Me?

I'm making a confession today.
A Writing confession, that is.

Last year, as some of you may know, I wasn't able to write.
Inspiration felled me.
Interest played a part.
No words would come.
Life was too busy.
Problems plagued me.
Depression over NOT writing consumed me.

I struggled for three quarters of the year to write.
Nope. Didn't work.

So I didn't write.
I told myself this year I wouldn't write.
I didn't.

I prayed.
Confessed to God.
Struggled with myself, my problems, and myself.

God answered my prayers.
I healed some.
I regained my strength.
I regained my interest in writing.
I made some tough, but good decisions.

I felt God's help, his strength flow through me.


A new year began.
I began writing.
I finished one novel in record time.
Saw it published.

I began the second one this year and can see the end nearing.
Publication date is fast approaching.

Ideas are bubbling for a third book this year.
But I'm not stressing over this.
If God wills, I will finish it.
If not,
There's always next year.

I'm praising God for a good year in writing.

For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.
Psalm 139:13-14

Rest, Read, Relax this summer. 
After all, what's better than that?