The last few weeks have been rough. Some real depressive low points, writer’s block, getting my cellphone cut off when I couldn’t pay the bill. All the usual signposts, in short, of the creative process.
I’m slowly lifting up and out, though, accepting the fact that this book will be flawed and hoping the next will be better. Getting back on a regular writing schedule, making a chapter-by-chapter flowchart to keep things on track towards The End. Oh and looking for a job that will keep body and soul whole, and AT&T off my ass.