I know, I've been gone forever. But I told you people when I started this up that I was fickle at best. And, there hasn't been a lot to report, not much that has inspired me to write at you. I could go into all the details of what has been killing my inspiration, but I'm in a great mood today so I refuse to be the Bringer of Misery and Woe.
I've been doing a bunch of writing. All of it fiction, all of it for fun. Mostly to entertain friends. It's been helping. Helping what? Well... everything really. I'm happier when I'm telling a story. I'm reminded why every single author you'll ever talk to says that if you want to write, you have to do it EVERY DAY. It doesn't matter what. It doesn't have to make sense. It doesn't have to be read ever again if you don't want it to. Just write.
And it's totally true. I've written something every day for the last... two weeks, and I can feel my brain revving up. I am quicker on the uptake. My witty comebacks are back (and wittier, at least, I think they are). I feel like I can have real conversations again. And I've been plotting non-stop. All for fiction, mind you. But as any of my writer buddies will tell you, I LOVE to plot. I love glorious, tasty drama.*
It makes me feel like I should have a go at writing something worth publishing, whether self-published or picked up by a publisher. Though, I'm leaning more towards writing up some ideas for maybe a web series or a TV pilot. I like to tell a story in 'scenes' anyway.
So, there you go, I'm still alive. Short and sweet. Though you'd think since I was just talking about being a writing fool that this post would be a hell of a lot longer. Ah well. Own worst critic and blah, blah, blah...
*Fictional drama only. Real life drama just makes me want to resign from the interwebs. Yes. Interwebs. Live with it.