Okay, first I think I’m going to have to switch my posting day from Wednesday to Thursday for completely selfish reasons that have to do with my newly scheduled demon-slaying. I’ll still aim for Saturday/Sunday though, with Sunday being more likely. Saturday nights I generally stay up too late pretending I’m a superhero.
Right, to the matter at hand…
So here I am, two years after I self-published my last “Nevermore and the Ravens” novel and I do not have the fourth one ready to go. I said I would at this time last year, and again I have to admit defeat. I haven’t given up on my dream of being an author, but I have no one to blame for my lack of product but myself.
Two years ago, I made a conscious decision to try to take my life in a dramatically different direction. I knew if that decision panned out, much of my routine would be irrevocably altered and demands on my time would increase. I don’t want to say I expected everything to change, but I did expect many if not most of my priorities would change. So with an imperfect understanding of the consequences, I embarked on my new adventure.
The first few months were slow and I actually got some writing done, although it wasn’t easy. Still, progress was slowly made. But about the middle of last year, events started to pick up some steam and I found a greater demand on my energy that left me with little motivation to actually write. It soon became clear to me, although I didn’t want to admit it, that I would miss my self-imposed one-year deadline. I was disappointed, but there was no turning back.
Through the winter, the changes came faster and more extreme. I had so little energy to devote to my writing that even the blog tapered off, and I usually can muster the energy to vent my spleen about some aspect of pop culture that irritates the heck out of me. New year’s came and went and I was still just trying to tread water. As I predicted, events accelerated quite rapidly around the Chinese New Year. And of course there was another unexpected employment change that came along in the midst of all this because what’s a little more chaos, after all?
So here I am with no book ready to publish for the second year in a row. I don’t regret the decision I made two years ago. I was part of a gestalt being for a little while, and I still have another’s DNA floating around in my bloodstream. I learned a lot about love, fear, and pain (and more importantly, my pain threshold and the miracle of modern medicine). At times, I still can’t quite believe that this is my life (cue the Talking Heads). I’m still trying to find a new normal in my life, but I may have to accept there will never be a new normal and my life will be in a constant state of flux to a greater or lesser degree. If that’s the case, I hope to use those times of lesser flux to try to finish my novel. I still want to, and I think about it, but it’s really hard to find the time to dedicate to it. A blog I can write in discrete, 15 minute increments. A novel requires much more than that, at least for me.
Finishing the fourth “Nevermore” novel is still a goal of mine and I really hope that next Halloween this blog will be dedicated to the shameless self-promotion I set it up for. In the meantime, please check the links for my existing works. They are still completely free to all!