Friday, July 6, 2007

Funk City

Hey all.

Happy Friday...


I've just been in a funk this week.

The picture above was taken last December in Helen, Georgia at a facility where a variety of bears are kept. I can't remember if this is a brown bear or a black one. Maybe it's a Grizzly. Anyway, I'm including it today because the fellow in this picture reminds me of my mood.

Funk City looks a lot like this bear's surroundings. Every thing's hard and concrete. Sure you've got a couple of poles to climb up on, but you can't get out.

You can't see it in the picture, but there's a shelter to get under if it rains. Otherwise you just walk back and forth on this concrete floor and wait for someone several feet above to throw you a biscuit and talk to you.


My reasons for being in Funk City could be hormonal, but I hate to blame EVERYTHING on that.
I'm sure I've worked myself into my own little funk. I haven't written much. Kind of feel like I'm not cut out to do this writing thing. I mean, I haven't finished anything in a year. I question and re-edit every thing I write. I talk about my WIP, maybe a little too soon. What I thought was good conflict, may not be so good after all.
Do I call the church in my WIP what it is, a Baptist congregation, or just call it a Christian church to please one publishing line - one that may not like the story anyway?
The concrete facility in the picture above is my world of writing right now.
There are only a couple of poles to publication, but mine aren't high enough to see the top yet. Heck, I'm not even trying to climb. I'm "honing my craft."
At least I hope I am.
Hope y'all have a good weekend. I'm optimistic my funk will lift and I'll get out of this hard and narrow trap I currently see myself in. If you feel you're in a funk like this, have hope. You're not alone. I'm right there with you, for whatever that's worth! And we'll pull out of it!


  1. Hey twinkie, you are not alone in Funk City. Matter of fact, I've been passing through a lot. Thought about setting up residence, but I hate all that concrete.
    However, my hormonal friend (yes, it is okay to blame everything on that), those poles represent trees. Baby bears do not learn to climb a tree just like that. They scratch, they claw, they even fall. BTW, did you know that bears are very good a climbing trees? Because they kept trying, over and over and over. Oh they may get a little bumped and bruised, but they keep going.
    Remember, if God has called you to a task, He will equip you to complete it!
    'Nuf said. Now get off your whiny rump and move on down the road to Pleasantville :-)

  2. Twinkie, You're awesome! I feel tons better already. Can't wait to see you in Dallas!

  3. Christy, I'm glad you posted this. So many people give up when they feel like this. It's important to recognize our feelings and work through them. Mindy has some great advice. One of the things I have to do when life tosses me in the cement pit is to read the Psalms. I love the fact that God meets me there in all of His emotions. I can find exactly how I'm feeling by reading the Author of my emotions. It's so cool to know He really knows how I experience life.
    Thanks God.

  4. Christy, The best news I can give you is that this will pass. Perhaps the conference next week will give you the pick-me-up you need. That brings up a question, am I the only one on this blog not going to the RWA conference this year?


  5. Christy,
    I've been there. Feel like I am there. I haven't finished a book in two years...still editing one from back then. Still haven't sent off my request from ACFW from last year. I think I'm at a cafe in Funk City sitting on the sidewalk. Stop by we'll have some Java then we'll get up and LEAVE!!!
    And you miss-awesome-writer---don't ever give up on this. Mindy's right. If God calls......
    You have too much talent to think about not doing this.
    You just have joined new groups are getting ALL kind of advice---conflicting advice I'm sure...which way to go?????
    Follow your heart, your gut, what you know your story is about. Throw away the junk (funk) and move on. Press forward.
    Okay, I'll quit now.