I’ve decided to get back to writing fiction again, because the words in my head have reached critical mass and I can’t spend all day blogging at you people, especially as I don’t remember who any of you are.
There is something very daunting about looking at that blank stretch of Word doc, and something almost equally daunting about looking back at what I’ve written before and knowing it’s all there only because I thought of it and put it there. No one has read it or commented on it or edited it or approved it or anything. It’s just there, all me, part of my brain written down.
The same holds true for Carthage, I suppose, but I don’t care so much about that.
Anyhow, back to work.