Immersed in it...

As you can see I have been vacationing away from the blog for a while.  I have had a huge influx of family visitors in and out...classes, meetings, then a big trip out of state for a massive family reunion which I will mention in a future post... and I have been otherwise  busy and or unavailable.
 I think I have read a zillion novels in the last few months. Which has been a substitute for getting back to writing the sequel to the novel I am currently going through the query quagmire with. Help!
I'm having trouble getting back into writing. I was soooo good for so long about keeping it up. Then I stopped and getting back into it is hard to do. Made harder by the fact that recent activities and interactions with family and travel have sparked too many ideas for an array of new story ideas. But I must finish what I started... right?
Sigh.
I also realize that I have yet to follow through with the Iron Man mask giveaway...my husband has been so busy. He is currently finishing up a film and going over an offer for a new SyFy pilot.
Also the interview with author Erin Kellison is still pending. She had deadlines--and her new book is being released soon.
The kids are now back in school. Hopefully I will get back into the groove and write. Been reading ebooks lately...I still prefer paper, but you can't stop the horseless carriage.

Last night I went to a great concert with two of my Writers Cubed buddies. Owl City opened for John Mayer. A fun show.

John Mayer is a true musician--almost to the point that you want him to stop jamming between songs and get to the next one. But I appreciate his skill and passion. He has been through a lot since being in the spot light. It used to get him down when he could not please everyone or when negative things are said about him in the media. But he said all hating starts with self hate. So he decided to love himself and not worry about it. His advice was that if people put you down or say that people are saying stuff just say..." I want names. Give me names." He said it is likely they won't come up with a name or will mention someone who doesn't matter. So who cares. (= So the message is love yourself--because if you do nobody can make you feel unloveable or bad about yourself. Nice thought.

 I love to get into music and think how a musician's process is probably not that different than the writer. Music really inspires me. And I need inspiration right now!

So...I ask my bloggy friends to leave an inspiring comment below.
And anyone else been to any concerts lately? What did you get from it?