A Call for Heroes: Share Ambition, Please

I haven't posted anything in a while, because I've been feeling kind of blah. Not sick or anything, just impassive, inactive. You know that book by Dr. Seuss, OH THE PLACES YOU'LL GO? Well, I've hit the waiting place, that little spot where I know I should be acting, performing, progressing, but I'm taking care of the kids and in the meantime writing... but nothing that really stands out, and cooking... but making bland foods like granola (say it to yourself--nothing sounds pretty when your nose twitches and your tongue nearly sticks out) and watching mundane shows like The Guardian or Army Wives on Netflix. (Please, God. Where is #TVD when I need it?)

I know the problem of the waiting place. I am never happier than when I'm accomplishing something, and I don't mean the final award at the end, but the day to day struggle amidst the love while I write!

Dr. Seuss knows the absurdity of the waiting place:

"For people just waiting
... for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or waiting around for a Yes or No
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance..."

then

"NO! That's not for you!"

The waiting place isn't my usual spot, but I hit it occasionally and it typically lasts a few days. But--

"Somehow (I'll) escape
all that waiting and staying.
(I'll) find the bright places
where Boom Bands are playing."

So here's to each of us escaping the waiting place and making our own futures with the sweat of our brow, with what plagues us inside, and spilling it out on the pages, bleeding the truth.

Remember, lulls in fiction are typically followed by heroes crazed by the idea of proving their worth.

So you be my heroes first. What ambition have you squandered away from me this week?