The Process

Writing is hard. Not in the way that manual labor is hard, or even in the way that a puzzle or a level in a video game can be hard. Instead, writing is hard like getting in shape is hard, like therapy is hard, like your job is hard. Sometimes success pours out of you, and others you can’t get even the simplest of results. You get stuck, and making progress might as well be impossible. And yet in all of these things there are people who do them every day, succeeding consistently where you most often fail. How? What separates success from failure?

Time Flies

It’s been an eventful few months for me.

I started off the year with a lot of energy and excitement to be writing again. I still am, but I’ve had to delay a lot of the writing for almost the entire past three months. Why? Because life, that’s why. A lot has happened in the past three months.

• moved across the country
• joined an exciting, fast moving project at work
• officially in toddler mode now

Reviewing Spring of Black Flowers was enlightening. It’s both better than I remember it being, and still, definitely, not a good book. It could be a great book after some major structural work and passes for setting and character details, which I don’t expect to get to any time soon.

Old Habits

I did it again.

I started blogging, then dropped off the face of the earth for like… eight weeks. Usually it’s more. Sorry?

I tend to overcommit and stretch myself thin. I have too many priorities, and when I have to chose, I tend to pick my most personal objectives last. I haven’t been writing much fiction since the new year, despite how energized I was by everything going in. A lot of things have been in flux, all of it good. I hope to share more someday soon here.