Some weeks it feels like there’s nothing to blog about—and yet blog I must. My weekly blogpost is due every Wednesday, no matter what. A writer’s life is like that. Whether you have something to say or not, you’ve got to write—not only because of your commitments, but because for a writer, writing is as necessary as eating and sleeping and breathing.
It’s not that it’s been a slow week. I signed up a new client for copywriting work that includes both web copy and ghosting a blog. Another client—this one not new—sent me two writing assignments, one for his dayjob and one for his side hustle. When a former client posted on Facebook that he had something big in the works, I messaged him to remind him that if he needed editing or copywriting for whatever it was, I’m still around, and he wrote back that he’d be in touch. I hosted the radio show (podcast) that I host for an hour every Tuesday. I worked on books for two clients. I chased down an artist to illustrate a book I have coming out this forthcoming Christmas season. I arranged for a free tour of an attraction I’m writing an article about for a monthly magazine for which I write something in every issue. I didn’t even have time to work on a book I have in progress that’s already contracted with a publisher and needs to be tidied up. I’ve been busy.
But it’s still been a slow news week.
Next week I’m reading one of my books for kids to a school group. I’m looking forward to that. I enjoy public speaking, and I particularly enjoy talking and/or reading to kids. I may have something good to write about after that’s over. Next week, too, I’m expecting some news about a TV series I came up with an idea for and presented to someone in the business.
But this week there’s a dearth of exciting news.
I guess life can’t always be full of excitement. It’s cyclical. Some weeks there’s lots of exciting news to write about, or I have an idea for an essay-type blogpost about libraries or writing memoirs or something else of interest. Other weeks, as busy as things might be, there’s no Big News and I have no brilliant thoughts about other things to write about. Yes, I crave excitement, but not the bungee-jumping, skydiving, mountain-climbing sort. The excitement I crave is all work-related. I’m a true seven-day-a-week workaholic, a woman who loves, loves, loves the work she does.
But these slow news weeks can really get me down.