…another Valdemar anthology. This story will continue the Adventures of Wil. That’s all I’m saying about it right now.
Mostly, though, I’m trying to find something longform I want to write. I’ve been somewhat in a slump, and it’s possible that has everything to do with getting-married-buying-two-houses-having-a-baby but it seems unfair to blame life, like I didn’t have life before all those things. It does seem the more you bring people into your life, the less of your own, private life you have.
But Marion went through similar (and worse), and still managed to write, so the question is why haven’t I carved out the time? Well…I’m trying. Mainly what I’m trying is getting up earlier so I can write in the morning, before the other humans start encroaching.
Don’t get me wrong. I love my humans. Very much. My family is the best thing that ever happened to me. But I tend to be better adjusted when I write, when the private world gets a chance to vent. I know that. I just need to find a way.
