Yeah, I am not ready yet. I have ideas coalescing but I am not at the point of writing freely. I have so much structured work taking place (3 projects and an additional 2 novels floating around in my head with an entire fantasy series rattling the bars from deep in the mental dungeon) and on deadline that it is hard to step back and just create freely. In fact it is difficult to suss out anything beyond the worlds I am invested in presently.
Today I walked into a work meeting where I was asked to present my favorite book. I’d forgotten (or more likely never even knew) this was required for the meeting. Placed in the spotlight all I could think to say was On Writing by Stephen King. I could’ve called up any of his works, really, but I referred to that particular one as his gospel. I went on to speak of writing as my own gospel and got very preachy about it. So much so that later in the meeting I was chided about it. Hell, at least they remembered what I said. I think it is important to be remembered at the very least. Being a footnote in the universe means your note remains. That kind of stuff matters to me. I suppose it is why I write in a sense–to be read.