Events and circumstances have gone from bad to worse. Among them have been health issues, train failures, useless libraries, excessive readings, basement floodings, terrible sleeps, betrayals, personal set-backs, irritating work environments, little writing, too much work and a general amount of bad luck. I shouldn't complain, but I have no idea what's going on. I'm just waiting for something to go up in flames.
I've put recent thought into another project of mine, which I may start up. WMRR is on the back burner, though I've decided to rewrite a portion of Chapter 12 that I've done because it sucks. I have to admit...I'm really stuck. It's not so much writers block as it is lack of motivation. I want to continue and complete this, but it's just harder and harder to do so. I'm foreseeing a lot more time after November, but right now it's a whirlwind of disaster.
I'll be posting an update on progress and what I've decided to do in the next little while as long as I don't catch the bubonic plague or spontaniously combust in the next few days.
It's times like these where having an unopened bottle of whiskey on your desk is a bad idea. I should probably get rid of it.
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