Things have been happening. In fact, this is the first time since 2020 started that I felt like things have slowed down enough for me to work on anything that isn’t work. So here I am, on this blog, trying to pretend I haven’t neglected it for several weeks now.
I miss writing for fun. Well, the writing I’ve been doing has been fun, don’t get me wrong. But I miss writing without the pressure of needing it to be good, without needing to do a third or fourth or fifth draft. It hasn’t just been these blog posts that have been put aside as I’ve gone after bigger things; I haven’t worked on my novel in just as long, and I really miss it. I feel homesick. I think about the characters when I’m driving to and from work, I jot notes about the plot into the margins of my other projects. For a good while there, I was working on it regularly, and even though I knew the time I had for it would be greatly minimized, I had no idea how much I’d miss it.
But I’ve been busy with good things. Two jobs and Super Roommates, the web series I’ve been working on. I don’t want to say much else.
Sorry not to have more for you after all these weeks, but I wrote posts shorter than this when I first started. Pretend it’s a throwback.
Precarious Writer 