I remember when I was younger (much younger) I could go for a couple of days without sleeping and still have energy for rehearsals, studying, reading, writing and all that.  Now?  I have one night of insomnia and the rest of my week is shot.  My practical advice for writers?  Do not grow old.  It sucks.

I did manage to write a little bit today (yesterday was spent reading “Dexter Is Dead”) and with only a minor disruption to my schedule.  I have finished the first chapter and I am going to do a little revision to smooth out some rough parts because I know if I don’t do it now, I am going to forget about it.  This is to bring it up to date with the rest of the fantasy world that it’s taking place in.  Yeah, it sounds weird, but it will make sense later on.

I’m still haven’t figured out what’s going to happen past Ehren meeting his cousin, which is for me unusual because by the time I get to the keyboard, I have everything figured out and ready to go.  I’m trying a different approach to hopefully keep me going in this piece.  I get a little…wanderlustful when I write.  If you could peek inside my head, you’d see a literal graveyard of stories I’ve started and abandoned.  Heck, if you read this blog, you’ll see where I have started stories and hung them up for something else (usually another bright and shiny idea, but more often than not it was something external *cough* *cough* Borderlands *cough* *cough*) to do.  If I can get through the next chapter and past the cousin, I might start the reveal of the Big Bad.  I kinda like the Big Bad in this one: it’s a hive mind that calls back a couple of smaller villains from an earlier book.  My biggest fear is being sucked into a hive mind.  It’s a breakdown of those most indefatigable defenses in my own mind.  Losing my sense of independence and joining some mob — that’s what keeps me up at nights…other than heartburn and that damned mosquito.  Seriously, what is up with the kamikaze mosquito?  It dashes at my face shortly before disappearing and more than likely looking for a tasty spot to tuck in.

Ask me why I love winter.

Well, the day is sinking into my bones, so I am going to head off to bed.  I hope you all have a good day.

Sincerely,

Seething Apathy