Hey, remember me? I’m that guy that keeps saying he’s going to write more chapters and then doesn’t post anything for weeks at a time!
Yeah. So that’s been happening.
Honestly, I’d love to slog on for a few paragraphs about my epic struggle with living life and trying to find time to write, but that’s a story we’ve all heard too many times before, so I’ll keep it short.
Life is good (great, really), so good that I keep on living it without beating myself up over not writing as much as I should. I’ll get there when I get there. With my somewhat new work schedule, writing no longer has its usual place of existing in my routine. Writing now means deliberating carving out time during my day where before I would be up at all hours of the night and could freely bang words onto a page.
Like I said, a story we’ve heard too many times before.
And if someday I finish my book and post it online and make all of the monies and lament, “Why didn’t I finish this sooner!?” …won’t that be a wonderful problem to have?