I am back in the Bat chair. No, seriously. I literally have a Bat chair (made by Titan). I have a bad ass partner who gets me such wonderful toys. So I am here and trying to lock in on what I need to be doing as a writer. It is very difficult to say the least. I’ve done all I can to avoid distraction and that act itself was, well, distracting. The truth of the matter is that I don’t know how to move forward in either of the big works I am toiling over, so I move forward with neither. I even considered writing for a new Shadowrun game book, but I didn’t have anything relevant to say. I refuse to say I am out of ideas, because that is absolutely not it. Instead, I’m just stuck. The only way to get unstuck is to force my way out through writing. I wound up doing more mapping instead. Even that is a part of the process. The more I map, the more I am forced to think about characters and places and peoples. The more I do that, the more I draw near to telling an actual story. I just need to pick one story out of these two to tell first and in that begin to do the hard work of writing it the way it ought to be written.
Some Thoughts:
- Part of the reason the negativity hits me so hard is that I know I am not living my best life or being my best self and it is easy to fall upon blaming my surroundings for such things. Surroundings matter, but people are successful under far more difficult conditions than these. My main culprit is myself.
- Began listening to Eaters of the Dead, because I saw it on Audible and I like Chrichton. I suspect we are kindred in some small way. He passed in 2008, though I intend for a measure of his spirit of research to live on through my own work moving forward.
- Always forward.