Morning! Have some coffee thoughts (w/some brainy youtubes)

Or thoughts over coffee more like. (It's early. Let me have my quirky phrases please.)

Kiddo is in preschool. The house will be blissfully quiet for the next two and a half hours. I said I'd write for my original work this week, that monstrosity of words that somehow made it to Amazon, and somehow got people to pay money for it and still like it.

This is the single longest story I've ever done, not just in terms of length but also TIME. Lemme see... I started Eikasia in... 2008? It's been ten years. S'cuse me while I hyperventilate somewhere.

Whenever I can make progress for Eikasia, it feels like a triumph, no matter the length between updates or edits. So many of my hopes and dreams were (are) wrapped up in this messy fantasy epic, and without my intent, so did all my fears and frustrations in the course of its writing. Last night I was watching this YouTube video:

And what he says at 5:05 just got me thinking about my work at large. I followed that up with Tale Foundry's examination of H.P. Lovecraft's mythos, and I felt a little unsettled at what he starts to say around 6 minutes into the video. What fears and frustration came through in Eikasia? What came through over the course of ten years?

I'm sure there's something about addiction that I was wrestling with in there. A fear of sexuality. Anger, pain, and rejection of heritage for sure.

Thematically speaking... I don't even know what to say about my story. It evolved so much from my original idea, and I've explored so many topics that the only way for me to really get a clear picture would be to read through it all again. Nevermind how long that would take, it would be so unpleasant!

Sometimes I wish I'd gotten into writing comedies instead.

How are you guys doing? Anyone care to share what stuff seems to keep cropping up in your writing?