But, I have not stopped writing.
As I've indicated in previous posts, real life has hit me hard and precisely, derailing much of the previous, youthful free-time I once enjoyed (wasted). But I'm still writing. Not nearly as much as I would like, but words are being applied to blank pages and saved to hard drives.
Now more than ever, I struggle to demolish the figurative mental block that has been the bane of my sputtering non-existent writing career. It seems my mind has decided that the best time to come up with new and exciting ideas is when I'm in the midst of a busy workday and then promptly decides that it has no business focusing or doing anything useful when I finally get a chance to sit down with a pen in hand.
|My hospitable workplace idea creation station.|
Yet, at the same time, though the work that I do produce comes out at a pace similar to congealed honey, I find that I am much less disgusted by it than I have been with past efforts. Slow and steady wins the race I suppose.
The book that I said I would be finishing months and months ago is still very much a project within its infancy. There has been much deletion and setback and existential debates over the merits of its existence and little net forward progression. However, progression has been made all the same.
My hope is to soon publish this progress (once properly polished) right here to this blog, allowing those who still visit this space to act as my beta readers - letting me know how greatly or little my stuff sucks.
Don't hold me to any of this though because I've made countless similar promises before without delivering. Until next time... (whenever that may be)