I often think deep. I observe mine and others’ behavior, then analyze. This is the theme of my blog, thinking deep, introspecting and discovering ways to overcome. I rarely run out of ideas. My poor husband has to hear my analyses just about every day at dinner or in the car.
I still have many thoughts to blog about, but lately I’ve been feeling a lack of purpose. As usual, I’ve analyzed this issue, and I’ve discovered why. The deeper digging I’ve been trying to figure out is what to do about it.
As of this post, I’m still not sure what to do, so I’m trying out a few things. I’ve always loved words and liked critiquing my fellow authors in the writer’s group when I lived in Florida. So, I’ve enrolled in some editing classes.
I’m not quite sure yet what’s going to come of this, but I’m considering (in the future) either looking for a job in the editing business, or offering my services as a feelancer.
This is not set in stone, as my sense of purpose has lost its direction. I’m still writing my WIP as well. Maybe the loss of purpose is why I’m moving at such a snails pace with this novel. I really don’t know for sure. I have more analyzing to do.
Due to writing and my course work, I may not be around as often, but I will be when I can. I do enjoy spending virtual time with my blogging friends.
Have you ever questioned your purpose? If so, for how long, and what did you do about it?