What do you do when you’re watching life slowly fall apart and all you want to do is give it a nice, hard push? You drink a good cup of cappuccino, eat a warm croissant and spend time thinking.
And write a little too. I need to think and put some things down to keep sane.
I managed to revise The Importance of Backups into semi-decent shape, and off it went to a submission. Wish me luck. It’s less than two thousand words and sending it off was so satisfying. Taking action felt like progress.
Since this year started with a slow moving personal apocalypse and the lightning fast crumbling of US democratic institutions, all writing has slowed down to a trickle. I’m slowly processing the grief and fear of reality slamming right into the middle of our collective solar plexus–the Democrat party rolled over and ceded the field to oligarchy and fascism.
Anger is also mixed in but I’m trying to not give that emotion all of my energy. I’ve never asked to live through historic era defining incidents, but here we are.
There’s no way off this mess of a planet so reading has served as my escape into a safe bubble.
I’ve read ten books so far in 2025. Losing myself in these worlds help me feel alive and fuel my need to create. I’ve actually felt story ideas percolate and actually felt pulled to write them down.
Maybe short stories are the balm my soul needs? I have been really enjoying reading short pieces in the past six months. I wonder if this ties into my recent steering away from series. I’ve been feeling like I need good standalone stories.
it’s possible this reluctance also resulted into my block in writing book two of the Memory Trilogy?
I have put Memory Found on hold indefinitely because the thought of drafting ninety thousand words, and panic bubbles inside me. I want to write the PNR novella for The New Romance Cafe though. That story needs to be twenty five thousand words and that feels more manageable.
I’m not sure where this post is going honestly. Just wanted to write some words to show that I’m alive. Words away from the noisy social media platforms drowning in doom. Here, this space that is mine can bring me a little bit of relative calm.
I’m seeking a semblance of peace, balance and a way to connect to my internal strength and not sure that I’m being successful. Succeed or fail doesn’t mean I won’t stop trying.
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