I’ve got to say, boy do I love writing. I really do. I think it has something to do with escapism, but it may just be the immersion. The heart and soul that can go into it if done well.
My second draft for Of Stars Below is almost complete. It’s a thick one. I thought draft one was thick but let me tell you this draft’s milkshake brings all the boys to the yard– I just can’t in good faith guarantee that it’s better than yours– though I think it’s quite good. That being said once this draft is finished I will take a short break from it, give it the time it deserves to percolate and return to it when draft one of Bloodwoven is finished.
I know what you’re thinking, sounds like a lot. Well, it is– but again– I love it. It’s a great pastime honestly.
I haven’t written short stories in a while despite enjoying the experience and practice of it. the stories I did write, and love, are going to be available soon in an anthology– Stones, Stars, and the Storms Between. I’m simply waiting on my editor for the last story and hopefully, I can release it before year-end.
Aside from all of that I’ve had another idea manifesting in my head. This one is less epic in nature but I want to “speak” it into existence now. I’m thinking of releasing a poetry book in collaboration with my wife. The name is figured out, we just have to put time into the poems. Whiskey Sips and Coffee Drips. I know. Sounds like a poetry book right?
Naming books and stories have never been difficult for me. Hell, I’ve never found even telling a story to be much of a challenge, but telling it well and in an enjoyable way is something I’ve been working on.