no rules

I won't pretend that I'll be a successful blogger, though that depends how I personally define success.  I plan to update weekly, which will likely never happen, as I'm swamped with other obligations.  The best case scenario is I'll update when I feel like it, which might be multiple times a day, or not at all.  

When I sat down to write yesterday, it was to find I didn't want to do it.  Not that I didn't want to write, but that I didn't want to work on what I was supposed to be writing.  

Let's break that down, shall we.  Supposed to.  Says who?  Me, I guess.  I'm the one running the show and making the decisions.  Such is the life of a writer.  Yes, I have a wonderful publisher, but they haven't asked me to write anything specific.  Or to write at all.  They're pleased with the two books they've gotten from me, both of which will be released this year.  It's all me.  I said I would write sequels to these books, make them series, trilogies what have you.

It feels forced.  I've been trying for months to shape it into something I want to do, but end up flailing around and procrastinating.  

Yesterday I sat down at my laptop - in our sunroom, so I was nearly outside enjoying the birds and squirrels and pollen laden breeze - and I told myself, "there are no rules."  Then I wrote what I wanted.  I crafted a new story about a girl/woman hiking on her own, going off the trail following a bunny, getting lost, then being found by a man who takes her to his residence hidden deep never to be found.  This isn't a horror, don't worry.  It's a sort of maybe romance.  But mostly it's a forest and a girl and a family that is both good and bad.  

What are you working on?  Are you following the rules?