As Jane Austen famously said:
I am not at all in a humour for writing; I must write on till I am.
Having trouble getting into the groove here so I thought I’d warm up with a blog post. Maybe it’s the terrible weather we’ve been having. Almost every day for the last three weeks now has been totally foggy until late this afternoon when I got some photos of the late afternoon sky (above). I thought I was immune to the dreary weather here by now, but maybe it’s dragging me down after all. That’s the brightest sky we’ve seen in weeks.
I’m not making any resolutions for the new year, I’ve given up that idea entirely. For one thing, I never remember what they are. Even if I did I doubt I’d be able to keep them. My whole focus outside my soul-sucking job is my writing, and I have to be sterner with myself about taking the time to write, and not allowing myself to be distracted, magpie that I am.
I am revamping the vamp novel, Revenants Abroad, and hope to get it out there this year. I am seriously considering self-publishing, but have more to learn about the whole process. I’m at the point where I want to be done with this one and move on to either it’s sequel, or another story. Got a few hours left today so I’m off to try to do some work on RA.