Oh my poor, neglected blog. Not that anybody would realize it is being neglected ... besides myself ... but it haunts me nonetheless. Sigh.
I was riding high in March. That high quickly faded into a reality of 12+ hour days at work for weeks on end. Weekends too. It completely zapped me. I could not write, I could not conjure up a single creative notion. I was (and still am) a zombie ... with just enough energy to get through the work day. Sigh.
So the final volume of the Stewards of Reed has gone unfinished. I'm halfway through. I know how it will end ... I just need to figure out how to get the story there. I need to find the time (and the willpower) to start writing again. At this rate, I will likely miss my deadline of completing it by the end of this year. Sigh.
I doubt I will write another fantasy novel. The Stewards of Reed has not resonated with many people. I get the impression that it is a "meh" with a shrug for most readers. I get it. I know it is not the typical fantasy novel. I like to tell people it is fantasy-lite, but if my own analogy is anything like the beer, I can see why it is not satisfying to most. Sigh.
I have been re-reading the Game of Thrones series lately. It is even better the second time through. It almost makes me want to stop writing all together ... I could never compete with that. But I keep reminding myself that "practice makes perfect," and that I'll never get anywhere if I don't try. If only words weren't wind... Sigh.
Perhaps when the summer heat fades into the cool colors of autumn, I will finally be done with these summer sighs ...
