I knew there was an emotional synergy between Under the Bus (my active WIP, set in a contemporary urban American workplace), and the dystopian future I chose to explore as my 2013 NaNoWriMo project. I’d expected, therefore, to get a much-needed boost of energy from a November spent working on PQR.
As usual, NaNo delivered. But Under the Bus, which I thought would be a piece of cake to write, turns out to be riddled with sticky bits. This month I discovered that a good trick for pushing through is to take a little detour (if you’ll pardon the expression) back to the future.
With PQR moving apace, and since I always get a kick out of finding Easter Eggs on creative sites, I’ve posted the prologue on this website as a New Year’s gift (admittedly kind of strange!) to friends and fans.
How’s this for a lack of procrastination? I’m posting my New Year’s Resolution in early December.
As Resolutions go, it’s not much. All my life, I’ve set goals and standards for myself; and I continue to work hard to try to meet these benchmarks. So why feel guilty when I’ve fallen short? While I’m obviously still too immature to be content in accepting that it’s the process that matters, I should have at least grown enough to acknowledge that lack of attainment is no reason for self-castigation.
So, to kick off 2014, I’ve decided to take that first step and eliminate gratuitous self-reproach from my life. Starting with a statement about blogging.
If you’re reading this, then you’ve already noticed that I don’t blog regularly. And that I periodically apologize for this. Why? Fact is, this state of being isn’t likely to change. I’m not a speedy writer. Any blog that I do write requires a decent chunk of time to draft, as well as surprising large time-&-effort to shift my focus away from whatever WIP otherwise currently holds my attention. Moreover, there a zillion blogs out there already, and no one’s life is depending on the contents of mine. Why beat myself up over not sustaining a spurious schedule?
It’s just too tough to blog for the sake of blogging. I only want to post occasionally, when I have something I honestly feel compelled to share. And you know what? That’s okay. If you’re one of my readers, I’d hope you’d rather have me finishing stories. Well, whether or not you would, I would; and I’ve decided that’s okay, too. We’re only immortal through the memories we leave behind. As a writer, what I want to leave behind, for better or worse, are my stories.
So I don’t know when I’ll be posting to this page again. It might be weeks, it may be months. Whenever it is, there won’t be any apologies or explanations attached.
Until then, I wish all of you a very happy new year. And may all your resolutions be as liberating as mine!