Of Things and Such

So, I still live and all that.

I'm still hammering away at that next novel, but as usual I appear to suffer from a problem that some people don't really get is a problem, like people who are too thin. I get too many ideas, until they all start running together and driving me crazy. I wrote 40,000 words, and then I thought, "you know, I have a better idea". So I sat that aside, and now I'm up to 15,000 words on my new idea. I battle constantly to determine if I should take a story in X direction or Y, and it's quite an adventure to convince myself to just run with something. Ficcing works out the same way, but since fics tend to be so short, I end up writing three fics all at the same time, or finishing one and just setting it aside unproofed/unpublished because new idea demands I work on it right now. Some people say they can't turn their brains off, and so they don't sleep well. I sleep like the dust of ages. But when it's creative time...that's when it won't turn off.

Nevertheless, I have ficced and I have noveled before. I will get there, and to quote Rarity in one of my favorite songs of hers, "I've been here before and I know that I can do it if I try".

Anyway, I persist, and I'm still here. Yes, I still plan to get back to my queue and my work here, none of that has changed. I'm just not very good at coming up with something to talk about. I am a good listener though, so I'm told.

(I have a Discord! Shh!)