Just because I haven’t posted in a few days, I certainly don’t want anybody to think I’m slacking off in the writing department. Not the case at all. In fact, between this blog and my own fiction, I’ve written more and more consistently for the last two months than I have for the last forty years.
But as the holidays approach, I find that making time is getting harder and harder. There’s just so much going on. Parties, prep, decorations, and all the other crap that you’d normally associate with preparing for a visit from that Germanic folklore character St Nick. Not least of which is keeping two girls, especially the younger one, from losing their minds with excitement before the day actually gets here.
In addition to the long holiday lead-in, I’m moving pretty well through the book I’m working on writing now. I’m about 45k words in, and at the rate I’m moving, I hope to wrap up the first draft by mid January. Once it’s finished I’ll let it simmer for a bit, then edit the bejesus out of it to have it ready for summer. It’s hard boiled detective fiction, perfect beach reading. But it’s starting to require more and more of my time as I near completion.
That said, I’ve been trying to be diligent and writing something here every day. I feel like the three people who read this blog deserve fresh content as often as I can. (Okay, more than three. At least five.)
I guess that’s what I’m saying. I’m writing posts as often as I can. But it might be a day or two even between posts sometimes. I’m apologizing for this now. But if you agree to be flexible in your expectations, then I agree to keep writing and trying to keep the quality high in order to meet those expectations.