I keep promising to do better about keeping this blog and seldom do. I could blame my family or my job or my knitting or my garden or a dozen other things, but I won’t. As always, I’ll get up, dust off and try, try again. Eventually it will take.
You’ll notice I didn’t include writing in that list. It’s been a long, slow spring. I’m still coming to grips with having to give up a novel for dead even though I’m only three chapters away from being done. I’ve been beating on this thing for over two years, and it really has just been a very stubborn cork in the bottle. I love the characters, but no matter how I try to reshape, rewrite and revamp this thing, it just isn’t getting any better. So I’m officially giving up on it. I hate to do it. I’m not the kind of writer who has a ton of half-finished books and story ideas on my hard drive. I start a story, write it to the end, and then move on to the next. No matter how hard that one story is to write, I have to finish it. Otherwise it lingers in the back of my head, guilting me for going off to play with something easier and more fun. I’m the same way with reading. And with knitting, apparently. The way you do anything is the way you do everything, and I guess that’s true for this, too.
In the meantime, I’m trying to get writing again. Emery has started the Lazy Ass (or Lazy-Ass) Writing Goal project, and I’ve joined her. 100 words a day. I know, it’s not a lot, but it’s something, which is a lot more than I’ve been doing for too long lately, and more often than not, the 100 words ends up being two or three, so it’s not *as* pathetic. I’m taking a stab at the shapeshifter genre, going back to the Victorian period and shaking it up a little bit. Who are the good guys? Who are the bad guys? And who’s sleeping with whom? Hell if I know. I’ve started writing it and I’m *still* not sure if it’s going to be a het or a threesome. But that’s okay. At 100 words a day, I’ve got time to find out.