The last few months have been a whirlwind of writing. I think the universe is finally giving me the level of work I need in order to fight my way to the level of success I want to have as a writer. Now the real work begins. I need to find a way to complete all of the work and do so without jeopardizing my day job. I also need to maintain enough food in the system in order to keep my ideas fresh and relevant.
I’d love to be like Richard Castle and work with a police detective (without the overt sexual tension, of course). I think being around that sort of thing stimulates the senses better than books. At the same time, books remind you of the form and function of fiction in a way that real life cannot.
To be a good writer you have to write. I’m glad to finally be doing so.