So, I’m supposed to be blogging more. I made that resolution, and here we are, only a couple of weeks in, and I’m already floundering.
A lot of writers blog about writing. They talk about POV, or the creative process, or they review books. That’s all well and good, but it’s absolutely not what I want to do. The new “blog wisdom” is to talk about random things that everybody can relate to, like my cat (who’s completely fucking insane). Truthfully, it’s hard for me to find the balance between talking about something fun and silly, versus being honest and open.
For now, at least, I’ll just wing it and see what happens.
I’m over at Book Chick City today, talking about my writing space. Check it out, if you’re interested. Most of the pictures are sideways for some reason, so prepare to get a kink in your neck.
I also have some pictures from my trip to the UK (with a quick jaunt over to Paris) for the UK GLBT Meet in Manchester. I borrowed a couple from Rowan Speedwell, too. Most of the pictures I took on the last night of the UK Meet (which was when I actually took pictures of people!) didn’t come out, unfortunately. It was a bit too dark, and my camera isn’t very good.
I’ve been home from London for only a couple of days, and that’s apparently all it takes to slide right back into the gloom of depression. It’s something I’ve been dealing with off and on for a couple of years now, and it never really seems to get any easier. And I find it very difficult to write when I’m in this state. I have plenty of stories I could be working on, but so far, I don’t seem to be getting anything done.
But seriously, I doubt anybody wants to listen to me whine.
I have a Tucker Springs novel in the works, and I’ve promised a story to Amber for one of their Pax collections. I also have three trunked novels, one for each year I’ve been writing. They all have things in them that I love. First, there’s Cockaigne, the scifi/fantasy novel I started back in 2009, right after I finished A to Z. I put it on hold to write The Letter Z and Strawberries for Dessert, and never went back. Then I have Trailer Trash, a sweet, sentimental story about two high school seniors in Wyoming in the ’80s. And then there’s the most recent one, Release, a very dark, kinky, semi-cyberpunk story. That last one especially I think deserves to see the world, so I haven’t quite given up on it yet. I’m considering posting snippets from one or all of them, just to see if folks are intrigued, and to see if their excitement would help spur me on. Anybody interested?
For now, I’ll go back to watching Medium. I started watching the show a few weeks ago, for no particular reason. I’m now most of the way through season three. It’s become my latest tool of procrastination. Sort of a guilty pleasure. I’m sure you can all relate, right? How about we share. What’s your favorite procrastination tool?