I know. I suck.
I don’t even want to think about how long it’s been since I’ve blogged. I could give you all the reasons under the sun for my absence but really it comes down to motivation… and mine wandered off mid last year.
It was a shit of a year. I lost both my dogs and work really took over my life. My WIP almost became a RIP, and any creativity I had in me was squelched by anti-depressants, minutiae and exhaustion.
Thankfully, the end of the year rolled around. I put 2018 in the rear view mirror and took my first (and probably most important) step of 2019. I kicked the anti-depressants. This week, along with shocking withdrawal symptoms, I’m starting to feel the first stirrings of humanity once more; emotions, creativity, libido… all loved ones thought lost for good, and now starting to return.
So… today, for the first time in months, I put metaphorical pen to metaphorical paper and actually wrote a few pages of my WIP. It feels alien and stilted but by gum, I’m doing it again. The only thing now is, I’ve left this thing and come back to it so many times it feels disjointed and, well, I’m not sure if I like it any more!
I was so in love with my WIP when I started it, but now I kind of hate it. Anyone else had that happen to them? Or is it just because I’ve been labouring over this beast for years?
Anyway, my long drawn out point is… I’m attempting to make time for writing and blogging again this year, so if you’re so inclined, watch this space – I’ll try and make it interesting this year!
Oh, and I’ve noticed how much of a mess my blog is at the moment. A refresh will be coming soon.
I have emerged.
*WIP is Guns of Perdition