I’m am the author you have come to know as somewhat of a flake. I try really hard to give you consistent work but it does get difficult. For the past couple of weeks I have not, sadly, given you anything. Not a note, not a journal, not an almost forgotten but still so delightful filthy phrase. Partially because I am working on something between an idea and a novel. (See what I did there? I teased the idea of a novel in such a way that if it comes out shorter I can always say “no see I never said it was definitely a novel”, I’m such a shit.) And partially because I have felt drained of anything good.
Apart from working on this little bit of writing I have been reading, a lot. Refilling the tank, if you will. I have found myself in the nest of familiar books, things I read when I thought I had little to no talent. It helped. There have been a few new books, some worth my shelf space and others not, that have given me a little more than the old ones.
I don’t know how I feel about writing something like this. If I’m honest, I can sometimes be a bit of a whiner. I hate that about myself. You should hate that about me. I’m giving you the job to call me out on it. Will I always listen? No, like I said I’m a shit. My hope is that I can work on some aspects of my writing while at the same time giving you all something entertaining. I don’t know what I’ll be writing about, I have a few ideas but who knows.
Ok, I’m going to leave it here. I’ll save the ranting for later posts.
Till next time,