Been a Tough Few Weeks

Tough but productive, in spite of several crashes that sent me reeling for days.  Wish I could tell you more, more than merely I’ve finished the “vomit draft” of another project, with yet another project already initialized looming again near.  Might have to work weird hours to cover all of it, the continued writing and the six to ten rounds of edits necessary to produce something I’m proud of enough to release to the public.  How cryptic.  To put it simply, I’ve rough drafts of two different projects that need edits, which is actually a much more laborious process than it sounds, and I’ve got to continue writing my third book, this one a novel, rather than a collection of stories or novellas.  Perhaps I’ll release glimpses of the artwork entailed in the mean-time.  My artist has promised heaven and earth as far as visual content for these projects.  Should be interesting.

Thoughts for the day–

  • I’ve found that I can never comfortably rest.  I have to do something, anything, even when I’m supposed to be at rest to let my mind wind down before the succeeding days’s labors.  I don’t think I was this always, and I don’t think it’s inherited either, in spite of my parents both being workaholics.  I think it leads back to my Greek and Latin days.  I wouldn’t have gotten anywhere, anywhere at all, if I hadn’t put in all the extra effort.  Shame I had to abandon Sanskrit for the sake of time.  Perhaps five years from now I’ll have the time.  So I have other projects I work on, other activities that consume me, though I attempt to make them pertain in some manner to my industry.  Just feel like I never put down my pen.  That would lead to misery, genuine misery.
  • How does that line go?  Happiness should be shared, but grief can take care of itself?
  • Recently had a review of my work in which the viewer found the violence to be found within gratuitous, which isn’t what I was expecting.  I assumed the complaints would come straight from the form.  Truthfully, I consider the critique a sort of compliment; the violence was as visceral and slightly “over-the-top” as I intended.