This post could also be titled Gone, Baby, Gone. But someone else already took that and, hey look! I’m here now, aren’t I?
I haven’t been writing as much as I’d like. Despite how that might sound, I am not actually lamenting this. I am putting it down on paper to show that this is the perfect and true life of a writer. The writer doesn’t always write every day. The writer can’t always write every day. I don’t care what they say. If you’re a writer, you write as often as you can, as much as you can, as well as you can. That’s it. You don’t have time to beat yourself up for the days when you didn’t get words on the page.
Mostly what I’ve been doing is the OTHER part of being a writer who writes for a living. Paying bills. Starting taxes. Project management. Meetings. Organizing art. Playtests. Stupid passport photos. Proofing hyperlinks for the new book. Begging a sex activist that I love to fit an interview with me into her busy schedule. And, of course, the triumphant return to the treadmill desk (which I had to set up, seeing as its in a new house and all).
That’s what being a writer is like, at least for me. I write. I don’t write. I get back up and write some more. Tonight, the wind blows fierce through the trees outside, knocking the windows. And I put my butt in the chair, determined to stay here until the words are done.
This Week’s Words:
4000 non-fiction, 1500 gaming.
Miles Walked This Year:
Words Written This Year:
My 42 Writing Projects This Year:
6. The Bone Key (novel)
5. Love and Sex in the Ninth World (gaming)
4. The Ninth World Guidebook (gaming)
3. Numenera Character Options (gaming)
2. Izaltu’s Needle (gaming) 3,500/8,000
1. Kinky Rewrite (non-fiction book) 46,000/60,000
Kiss kiss bang bang, s.
**Today’s title courtesy of The Rapid Advance of Sorrow, a short story by Theodora Goss.