Yeah, I know, my once fantastically busy Blog is running fallow. For most of you it won’t matter, but for those who have been a friend of Uphill Writing, I most sincerely apologize.
In the (nearly) two years I’ve been inactive on-line, I have been very active in life. Frankly, I’m not sure the trade-off has been entirely worth it.
Yes, my life is amazing these days. I’m in a wonderful relationship that I never dreamed would be possible… and yet, I’m not writing. Is writing something only angst-filled people can do?
I don’t think that’s it. I think it’s just a matter of time… of, what we used to call “free cycles”. I haven’t had any for some while, now.
Bookstores, travel, and more have rather deadened my need to write… and I’m not too happy about that.
Somehow, my age has sneaked up behind me and said “Boo!” My still small voice is saying that the amount of time I have to write and become successful at it is rapidly falling by the wayside. This needs to stop. I have two projects that I MUST finish.
One, Chaiantra, is a four-thousand year history of another planet. This is my oldest project, started 57 years ago when I was but a wee bairn. Chaiantra is also my most ambitions project, but frankly, never one I thought of as a “Life’s Work”. I’ve bored people for hours about this planetary adventure story, and really need to see it in pr9nt one day (andf hopefully soon).
And, second, FIVE, my 3-book series (FIVE, SIX and SEVEN) is 2/3 finished, and promises to be entertaining, and rather “new” conceptually. (Whatever that means).
My problem is one of complacency… and that is making me sad, sorry, and a little hopeless. The answer, of course, is to force myself back to the keyboard.
So, I guess, that’s how it needs to be. Gotta write, right?