Let’s get one thing straight: 2019 sucked. It sucked through the final moments (cleaning up puke AND I missed the fireworks! much less a kiss!!) and I have never been so glad to put my backside to a year.
A lot of really shitty things happened but the overarching general worseness was that I had a nearly impossible time writing anything. Frankly it’s been going downhill for a couple years. Writing my futuristic mystery took a long time and a lot of forcing myself, but I chalked it up to being a new genre and a steep learning curve and just hard. 2019 was the clincher, though, during which I went weeks without even pretending I was even trying to write anything.
Finally I had enough of that shit.
I decided to throw out the WIP (40K words) and rewrite it from scratch.
I sat down at the end of last year and completely rewrote the synopsis, bringing it much closer to the ancient legend I’ve been wanting to play with for years. This might end up being a book for just me, but based on some previous market successes, I’m hoping I’m putting a different enough spin on it. Anyway, it had run far afoul of what I was trying to do, so I reined in the plot, gave the characters a good dressing down, and in just a couple of days I’ve tossed up 4000 decent words. I’m not a huge word counter but that’s a lot for me. Worldbuilding has turned from a chore to a joy. More notably, I sat down this morning, on a Sunday, and wrote 600 fresh words, really for no other reason than because I wanted to. I was eager to get back my characters.
I’m also more motivated to write more here. I’m not on FB and Twitter just doesn’t do it for me. I don’t feel a part of anything there. So as some folks have mentioned (as they commonly do at the start of years) Lets Bring Back Blogging. (Though Chuck calls himself old and I call his “old” and raise him fifteen years.) Look, I just miss it. The camaraderie, and really the writing, damn it. I like blathering on about whatever I like blathering about without a character limit (in all meanings of the word character) or giving my bullshit to a social media void. I’m an epic fantasy writer, damn it. I don’t like being constrained. I sure as hell am not pithy. I don’t have a house worth millions to photograph for Instagram, and as for pics of me–well, my office attire leans toward a giant sweatshirt over leggings with baggy knees (and that’s on the days I actually dress.) (I did get new slippers for Christmas though.) So I’m going to try bullshitting here at SS@S a couple of times a week.
The stresses from 2019 aren’t all gone. We have some carryover shit. But some main problems are on their way to being solved, and this whole year just feels much different. More focused and peaceful. Anyway, here’s hoping all of you are experiencing some of the same peace, hope, and joy in 2020.