It’s such an old saying now, but it’s never going to stop being true. At least in my case.
Throughout most of my days, whatever I’m doing, I find myself thinking about writing. I may be at my day job. Riding my motorbike. Mowing the lawn. Whatever it is, I’m usually thinking about a story or simply looking forward to the moment when I can sit and write.
Until that moment arrives, when a bone-deep lethargy often hits me. Because it’s usually the end of the day and I’m shagged.
Then there’s the other really stupid problem. Like almost every writer, I have a whole bunch of stories rolling around in my noggin. One of my major obstacles is not just sorting out which one to write, but making sure that none of the other stories pop up like a scantily-clad temptress and woo me away.
When I’m not writing, writing is almost all I can think about. Then, when I am writing, other writing is almost all I can think about. I have a really juicy vampire story which I’m aching to create, and I have a whole lot of stuff worked out for. But I keep putting obstacles in the way. At the time of writing this blog, I’m still in the Smut Marathon (but that may change fairly soon!) There’s an anthology which I’ve been asked to contribute to. There is a stuttering stream of cover art to create. Trailers. Band practice. Gigs. Life.
But more than anything else, it’s other writing that blocks me from writing. I don't mean any of this in a whiney, "poor me", "it's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll" kinda way. I guess I'm just sounding off about why I have such a low output.
So I'm announcing here and now: 2011 will see a novel-length story by Willsin Rowe. And a novella-length. And, for shits and giggles, a minimum of 3 stories in anthologies. There. Sorted.
Now...just gotta write the buggers...