There were great plans for this summer. There were places to go, people to see, events to experience, and I can actually say this summer it all actually was accomplished. However, summer is slowly slipping past and already here in Kentucky we are experiencing some fall weather. Today it has rained all day and reminded me of all of the writing projects I need to get completed for the fall and winter ahead. It didn’t make me sad or give me an overwhelming sense of failure as it has done in the past, it is actually, now, more like the feeling of “my vacation is done and it is time to return to work.” This isn’t a bad feeling at all. It is an encouraging one.
The writing projects stretching out before me are quite a number. The werewolf with attitudes paranormal romance needs to be re-written and then re-submitted. The second book of that hopeful series needs to be contemplated, planned a little, and written; and there is a fantasy or a sci-fi piece on the horizon (just not sure which). These last two pieces are unknown in length, i.e. novella, short-story, novel, etc.
It is good to have writing projects, though. It is good to see them there waiting on me. I can also see different research that needs to be done and this always excites me. With the way the world is currently running, I am actually looking forward to writing and maybe sharing some happy times with readers so they can escape, for a little while, the horrors going on all around us. We can’t block them out, of course, that would be useless and quite silly, but to take a break from them and read something entertaining would be nice. I know my own reading has increased quite a bit of late because of all of the trouble.
I will not say anything about the radial Islamic movement now.
So, a writing schedule is forming. It is back to bidness as usual as my nephew said when he was quite small.