I will try to maintain this blog as long as there’s
a thought in my head, but I have to be honest—writing is no longer the great
creative outlet it once was for me. I
recently finished my novel, the one I had been writing in fits and starts for
four months. I have completed the first round of edits for Chances, but I can’t
say that it turned out completely as I had planned. I have several ideas for a new novel, ideas
that have been marinating for more than half a year, but I wonder if I start to
write it, will it be as good as it seems in my mind’s eye? I thought all of my books were good ideas
before I wrote them down, and I've enjoyed reading and rereading each of them,
though after enough of that everything starts to run together, and it’s no
small miracle that I ever removed typos from any of them. I hope that I will keep writing for as long
as I am able, but I figure there’s little-to-no profound knowledge to be gained
from reading this blog unless I treat it as either a journal or a travelogue
and review the posts on my own in order to glean something. The good news is that writing has been my
income the past two years—it was never exactly either a substantial income or a
living wage, but it was far more money than I had earned in the previous year
of unemployment.
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