Birthday today. Forty…something. Another year of cheating death. Another year older.
(Muse: And uglier, don’t forget that.)
Sorry for the misleading title. My mood isn’t blue as much as it is reflective. Thinking back over the past year and where I stand, writing-wise.
On the upside, I entered the SPFBO (written about in previous entries), with mixed results. Learned a lot from that. I have finished two books in what I hope will be a five-book series, though starting to question whether it is, and I quote, “good enough.” Feedback on that project has also been mixed.
I’ve written a few short stories and started another fantasy series, which should be three books when I finish. Reeled off 10K words in the last week, which is pretty good for me.
On the downside, it’s been two years since I pushed Pilgrimage to Skara out for self-publishing and I haven’t put out anything since. Looking at the state of my projects, it will probably be next year before I do get one out. I also got some feedback on a non-novel project that basically let me know that I was pissing in the wind in that particular venue (if that sounds vague, it is deliberately so, because I’m not trying to call anyone out right now). I still love writing but I have gone through periods of self-doubt this year and really wondered at my end goals.
And keeping up with this blog has been abysmal, though I blame that on the amount of time I’ve been busy this summer in the gardens and what not. That’s not the real reason, but that’s what I am blaming.
Like I said, very reflective.
Mid-forties. I probably have twenty to forty good years of life left. What do I want to do with my writing in that span? I guess just one step at a time and see what we see.