Two years.
It has been two years since I last posted here. In fact, I thought that I would never be back. I had given up on writing, you see. On art in general, actually. I had given up on art in general because I had finally come to my senses in regards to the amount of time that I had available to me. That is,the amount of time left after accounting for the giant portions chopped of by financial need and the constantly growing demands of my merciless brood. I had done the right thing, and walked away from my muse in all of her forms.
But you can't walk away from something that lives inside your own head. I accept this, and have given up on giving up.
Who was the writer who said that we all have one million words of crap in us before we get to writing "the good stuff"? I think that it was Raymond Chandler.
Well... whoever it was, let's take his words more literally than he would probably like. The plan is to use this year to write a one million word brick of crap fiction, and to commemorate its end by driving forward into a stronger phase of work.
Um... it is guaranteed to be a stronger phase, right?
Well, I'll keep going whether it is or not. I've given up on pretending that I have a choice.
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