It’s Like Plastic Surgery. For Writers.

The Mid-Writer-Life Crisis.

Yeah, I don’t know what this is, but I suffer from it. I don’t know if it’s due to the process of being on submission. Could be boredom. Could be my scattered thoughts bouncing around like those itty-bitty bouncy balls you can never catch.


I need medication STAT.

I’ve been performing plastic surgery on my writing life, searching for that persona that defines me as a writer. In other words, I feel THE EYES on me and they’re making me itch and scratch.



If you’ve been visiting lately, you know I’ve got background ADD or something. I like it, then two days later I’m like, What the heck was I thinking??

Also, O_O, see my fancy new web address?? No more blogspot.com for me! Yet you still made it. See how that works? It’s still Blogger, never you fear.

Then there’s the blog name change. I looked at Writer’s Block… Oh Wait! I Mean Blog and nearly had convulsions over it the other day. HAD to go.

The alterations started with this statement: I want to submit your novel under a hard name. Or something very close to that. Not a surprise statement. I’d already been prepped in earlier convos and had been considering what pen names I could use. So now I’m “M.D. Waters” for my sci-fi stuff.

Awesome!

…until that one person decides to slide in a medical doctor joke along with the current stripper & porn star jokes.

Then we’re going fisticuffs.

Just sayin.