I have finally finished the edits on my “novel” and I am very pleased! There is something to be said for having finished one thing, but another thing looms on the horizon. I can’t say what it is yet; maybe a new adventure type of writing, as I have yet to grab this kind of area yet. Hopefully, it will be something to get me out of my own shell, as I have stayed there for far too long already.
I like writing about my events in a day, but I must be realistic about them: they are not terribly exciting. Of course, this is my own choice, as I control my life as it unfolds, but still: For all of the subjects I could write about, myself is often the hardest. When I do probe, it comes out as a kind of metaphysical dance with dread. I know I can did deeper and find better gems, but to do that, a memory needs to be unearthed that holds significant wonder and is good enough for me to go into.
The books I am reading now are at least giving me good clues. They are sci-fi oreinted, and this is like a cousin to fantasy. Fantasy being escapist; sci-fi being a look into a fantastical future. I feel like what I need most right now is a muse. Not neccecarily a person, but just something to focus my artistic and imaginitive ablities on, if for no other reason than to excersize these thoughts.