The last five days have been hard on me when it comes to writing, an act that is like breathing. Not only have I been buried in snowstorms and road condition rewrites, but I haven’t had the time to do any meaningful posting for myself.
Because the last week has been odd, with an unusual weather pattern hammering away at Northern Nevada, I have been writing dribs and drabs of stuff that I finally was able to consolidate into three new stories. Though difficult, it worked out in the end.
One of the nice things is that I am no longer posting my stuff publicly. So some of the pressure of needing to meet a daily deadline is absent, and that too has its downfall as I find myself being lazy, saying, “I’ll do it later.”
Further exacerbating my writing and posting is the belief I must edit myself and my subjects. I have been trying like hell to avoid any more political articles, and I already pledged to stop writing horror and dystopian stories, but this is harder than I thought it would be.
Both topics are on the top of my mind, and when they make themselves known, I struggle not to post my thoughts. It became apparent over the weekend, before and since, that I’ve been overposting to FB, which can piss people off and lead to being canceled by the social media site.
So, what to do? Return to the simple joy of writing whatever the fuck I want!
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