Right now, the only thing I’m working on is myself. I’ve been dealing with depression for the past year and a half, and for better or worse, a great deal of that depression is rooted in the world of writing. Not writing, specifically, and no, it’s not about reviews. It’s about the business of writing, and the politics of my genre. They wear me down. They crush every ounce of my spirit. They exhaust me.
So for the moment at least, I am not writing a thing. I’m not even thinking about writing. Maybe someday in the future I’ll feel like doing it again but until that time, I’m removing the word “should” from any sentence that also includes the word “write.”
Family Man was just released. I have Flowers for Him, a short story that will release in April (co-written with Rowan Speedwell). I have a Tucker Springs novel, Never a Hero, coming in May, and I have Fear, Hope, and Bread Pudding, the final book in the Coda series, coming in June.
After that…. I have no idea.