Wow. It’s been a year since I posted anything here. In the time I’ve been gone, a lot has happened. I’ve barely had time to write anything lately, let alone new content for this website. Which I think you may agree is okay, considering that no one has ever been on this website but myself. I agree, that’s fine. Ok, thank you. Don’t worry; we’ve only lost our mind a little bit. I’ll continue to go off the deep end as time allows.
Right now, staring at all this blank space it’s hard to remember the reason I started this website in the first place. Oh yeah, my MFA. I finished the thing. The leap from almost-finished to finished and holding my degree in my hands was a big one. In the time between the last blog post and finishing my degree, but wait also finishing the first draft of The Bubblegum People (my thesis) I got a big promotion at work. I became a manager of a rather unruly group of people. People- if any of you ever read this, you know it’s true and you know you’ve driven me to the edge of insanity, but that’s okay because (most of) you are actually pretty awesome.
But now I come to the point of this post. I’m trying. I’m trying to get back into all of this. Life has been difficult. I only have so much room in my head for issues, worries, and anxieties. I never want my writing to be an anxiety. I love writing, even if I don’t. It’s still work, even if it isn’t. All I’m trying to say is that I love the things that percolate inside my skull so much that it’s hard to get them to come out. But finding time for the things you love is important.
I’ve been doing a lot of other creative type stuff lately (I’m learning to play the piano! We’ll see how long I last with that) and I realized that I’ve been neglecting the one creative endeavor that I think I could actually do for a living if I tried hard enough. I’m hoping someone will see this someday, and to that end, I’m going to spend more time here.
I’m just busy all the time. My new job has been rewarding and anxiety inducing but it takes a lot of my mental energy. I remember Brandon Sanderson says that he absolutely hates it when he has to allow other things besides his stories to live in his head, and I now understand this so much. I still think about my stories. I listen to music, I do those paint-by-numbers things, I sing very badly in my car. Everyday I live with Jaime and Felipe, Hector and Neil, Barbara and Ten, The Bubblegum People and The Gelp. I development them and refine them all the time, but finding the time and the energy to write them alive has been daunting.
Regardless, it’s time to move, to put my people onto the page and to give them life once more. I’m also going to give Fiverr a go. I set up a profile to sell my services as a creative writing professional, because damnit that’s what I am and I could use the money.
I’m currently rewriting The Bubblegum People chapter by chapter, and splitting the three parts up into separate novels. I hope to finish Part 1 before the end of the year. At that point I’ll begin querying, and if that fails, it’ll live on Amazon.
Ok thank you, bye.
