Once More With Feeling

Empty asphalt road with a sign start against sun

Well it’s that time again. Time for me to dust off the cobwebs in my brain and get back to work writing a new story. This one involves a witch…or is she a witch…maybe more than meets the eye? Who knows? Well…I do. But that’s for me to know and you to find out as the finale of book two in what will definitely be a trilogy. (Probably)

It’s hard to start something from absolutely nothing. I always forget how hard it is till I open a new word file and try to do it. Of course, it’s not like I don’t have anything else on my plate. I’m currently working my butt off to find a new job, studying my textbooks for the incredibly difficult masters program I’ve consigned myself to, and returning my home to a semi-habitable condition.

So I write when I can, a sentiment that I’m sure is familiar to any writer. I write when I can, whether inspiration strikes or not. ‘You can’t edit a blank page’ is a maddeningly accurate saying that I have to mutter to myself at all hours of the night to keep myself working.

Bye for now!

One thought on “Once More With Feeling

  1. Well, now I feel completely unjustified for never getting around to writing half the time, cause my plate is at least somewhat emptier than yours.

    Good-luck with the book! And with everything else too.

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