Where the hell did the time go?
I blink and all of a sudden it's more than a month since my last post. What's going on here?
Oh, right. Fall.
Another fall, with all the craziness, the events, the unceasing pull and tug… Though, really, I wouldn't have it any other way.
And I suppose I'm adding to the tension with this whole "writing" thing. Yup, that's my main excuse for not weighing in here more often — my words are otherwise occupied. And some (most?) of you will be pleased to know that, no, I'm not writing any more short stories at the moment. And yes, the new novel is coming along. I'm not going to say how it's going (cough*well*cough) for fear of jinxing things, but the notebook seems to be filling up and I'm having to fill my pens fairly regularly.
Which would explain the large, walnut covered splotch on the living room carpet. A piece of advice: don't drop a nearly full bottle of Noodler's Walnut ink onto the floor. Especially if there's a bowl down there from a bit of ice cream earlier. First off, the sound it makes as it hits the bowl is terrible, a dull, popping crack that sounds like a really weak bottle of champagne. And the effect is largely the same, with fluid gushing out all over everywhere… Except you can clean up champagne, rather easily. The same is not true of Noodler's Walnut, which I use often not only for its very fine colour, but for its permanence. For the record, it is as permanent on carpet as it is on paper…
So let's see… the writing went well, Cori's surgery went well, the events are going well, Xander's harping is going well… Things are going well, generally. In an exhausted, cranky, stressed kind of way. We seem to be having a fall.
One of the highlights of the fall, though, is going to be the Rough Drafts event I mentioned in the previous post, a chance for the three of us writers to read a bit from new work and to talk about the process… Hope to see some of you there.
And I do hope to write here more. I make no promises, save that I'll try.