Um…. yeah…. so the more astute reader has probably noticed there’s a slight jump in dates between this post and the previous one. I know how it seems, but it’s not how it looks.
OK, it probably is a lot closer to how it looks than I’d like to admit, but I can explain.
It’s not like I’ve been neglecting you guys in favor of other readers.
I’ve been taking some time to NOT write.
Now I know what you’re thinking, “How is it a writer can not be writing? Surely the creative arrangement of words is all that separates you from the common or garden slack-jawed lollygagger, isn’t it?”
To which I’d reply, “Why can’t I be both?”
But I digress.
Here’s the thing, I’ve been doing a lot of stuff. Some of it work that you see, some of it work you don’t see, some of it work you might see and sadly, a lot of work you will never see.
I decided I’d take a step back, actively NOT write and do some family-centric things. Like build some bookshelves in the library of our new house…. because…. well, a library without shelves if really just a room full of boxes of books, right?
I’ve also been flexing in a different creative direction, working with the amazingly talented Howard Mackie on a comic called The Monster Kid .
I’ve also been, what to the untrained eye, might appear to be committing random acts of lollygagging, but in actual fact, that WAS writing. Ask any writer and they’ll tell you that a great deal of the writing process happens behind the eyes, no scratching pens, no pecked keyboards, just sitting there and thinking; pondering ideas, imagining places and talking to pretend people in your head. Occasionally it also means sitting with those pretend people and letting them binge-watch Daredevil on Netflix. (Really, I don’t want to do it, but they make me, and the only way they see the show is through the looking-holes in the front of my head, so what am I supposed to do? I have to work with these pretend people, it’s on me to keep them happy and things moving smoothly.)
So, after building shelves, reintroducing myself to my kids, watching some little league baseball, drawing comic pages, possibly checking out Longmire on Netflix (it’s research, OK?), and thinking about stories and places and people and ideas, I’m back.
Doing the hand-parts of writing as well as the head parts.
So did ya miss me?
I’m going to take any silence as quiet ascent that I was missed, and it’s easier not to get emotional if you say nothing at all.