Howdy, friends.
(How goes the Encanto thing, you might ask. Well, we watched it again tonight, so, uh, good?)
Last fall, frustrated with how my year was going and how I was not getting anything I’d planned done, I sat down to look at my writing goals and do some soul searching. And I came to the realization that everything I’d been doing–for years–was avoiding my main goal, which is to see a high fantasy trilogy I’ve been working on for over half my life in print.
It was awful. I felt like I’d been wasting my life.
And I understand why. I’ve put so much time into this one story, over so many years, that the idea of it being rejected, or not doing well, is almost paralyzing.
But, anyway, long story short, I came to this realization and so set a goal for this year of seeing the first book revised so help me God.
But. There’s always a but.
At the time I came to the realization, I was in the middle of another draft. So, of course, it made sense to finish that first. Then I needed a novella to submit here, so that had to be done, and now there’s an anthology that needs working on, and you know, deadlines and so forth…
It is a problem. But at least I can see that now, and understand my own motivations even if they are stupid.
I’m telling you this, friends, so you can keep me accountable. If I haven’t started on the revision by the end of February, I need you to get on me.
I can’t hide from it forever, and if I keep hiding, it’ll never get done.
And, for the love of all that is holy, don’t let me commit to any more projects.
See you next month, hopefully with progress!