Went to a meeting for the self-publishing association here, and admitted that I had given up writing a novel. So why did I go?
Mostly to meet KP, as an excuse. He is the head of the association and a nice guy and I’d like to talk to him more. Didn’t get to do it that much during the meeting, but at least I was reminded why he was a nice guy.… Read more
Tried to take at least half the day off and rejuvenate my heart by writing a novella. But I was too tired inside.
The heart needs to rest first, I guess. Then it can open up again and rejuvenate by sharing what is in it.… Read more
Apropos my recent introspection about and decision to not push myself to draw …
In late 2015, I made the Pretty Big Decision of shelving a fantasy novel I had been working on for 3 years.
Another one for the deskdrawer …
It may come up again. It may not. But then it finally became official in October 2015:
It’s shelved.… Read more
During this blog, I’ve repeatedly returned to my need to draw and tried to argue why I should ‘keep the flame’ and then musing about how to do it. The problem is I’ve failed every time.
The previous considerations about everything from my concrete drawing projects to the deeper philosophy behind this part of my life may be true in a certain context, and may have been true, but since I am continually not drawing … something is clearly wrong.… Read more
Today my mum came by to see her grand son and we had a great time, except in the evening when Jay was next to impossible for reasons we couldn’t quite gauge.
Maybe the stomach, maybe just because he is growing. Maybe just … because.
But something else has been growing, in my mind, recently … a thought about my ‘lost’ novella-series, Shade of the Morning Sun.… Read more
with baby, visits, house-stuff and too little time for making money or just making some time for oneself.
And yet, when the house was quiet, I decided to take out the drawing pad. I had almost given up on my ‘I’m Not Scared-project’.
But now I was drawing for the first time in months.… Read more
… at least mentally, for I was tired. I had cleaned the apartment while Jay and Char went to the harbor on a trip, and done all sorts of things – paperwork, etc.
But I had to.
Those 500 words of writing per day are a saga, but I suppose I can do it again, when I start another story.… Read more
Worked all day on putting shelves, assembling Jay’s bed, shopping baby-stuff, plus normal house-chores, shopping, cooking, dishing. This should have been a day I just muddled through and forgot about but … it went better than expected. And I think I know why.
It’s because I accept it.
I accept that these days are going to be the norm for the foreseeable future, esp.… Read more
After yesterday’s considerations about persistence and hope when trying to make a living, at least partially, as a writer in the 21st century, I knew I had forgotten something…
It’s good to remember that if I write 500 words per day on stories I love for the next 10 years then making mental room and spending calendar time for and on that … is worth the most.… Read more
Got home today from the rent-a-seat-office and wanted to make a big splash in writing and blogging. And then I felt completely down about it all.
I sort of stood and looked at our tiny apartment and said to myself: ‘Yeah, yeah – it’s nice, after all. I think we have a lot of good things, including a child soon.… Read more