I Fail.

I've been negligent. I've neglected my blog, my websites, Absolute Write, my story...

Let me rewind a little. After Nanowrimo ended I had every intention of continuing at something at least close to my manic pace. I failed. Did I fail to write 2k per day? No. I failed to write 2k per day of the story I'm supposed to be working on. I continued to plug along for a week. The second week I would write two paragraphs, my brain would protest, and I'd feel like a loser for not being able to do more. This is about when I realized the problem. Like real life people, my characters were demanding a break. My month-long sprint, for them, covered three years. Three years, without a vacation. Now, I'm not one for vacations, personally, but it's cruel of me to deny them their right to regenerate some energy between one war and another, so finding myself crawling and unable to break through the wall, I relented. I decided to take a few weeks off of the story and instead write some other totally unrelated nonsense that will never see anything but the innards of my computer, stuff that's ridiculous and mostly pointless, but fun to write.

I feel like sometimes you have to stop taking yourself seriously for a while and engage in this sort of nonsensical writing to remind yourself 'hey! I started doing this because it's fun and if I want to write some short stories with mediocre grammar and forget some line breaks and keep them my dirty little secret of how I entertain myself when no one's looking then that's okay!

So, I'm going to continue down this reckless path a bit longer, write a few nonsensical and pointless stories that have gotten into my head, and return to my more serious writing with a fresh start in January. I don't love my characters or my story any less, but it's kind of like living with the same person for fifty years. You don't love them any less (probably) than you did when it all began, but sometimes you just need to close the door and not think about it for a little while.

So, if you look at it in terms of my month's list of goals, I fail, but as they say: I've lost the battle, not the war.

I'll try to be a little less negligent of my friends, my family, my stories, my assorted websites, and everything else, but right now, there's an entirely pointless short story demanding 'write me!' And so, I must relent.