I’ve been away, though I’m not sure anyone has noticed. (poor me : (. . . ) My writing time is pretty limited and I’ve spent it on Writing.com instead of here on my own blog. We shall see if it was profitable.
Here is a link to my WDC Portfolio which contains some stuff from this site. What I have spent most of my time doing, so far, is reviewing other writers. I am chagrined at how my own work has suffered, or perhaps languished is a better word. Hopefully I can rectify that.
By the way, another milestone is fast approaching and I will not complete my first draft online novel, the Abbot and the Djinn in time for my birthday. This is a fact, cold and hard and depressing. I wouldn’t have finished it if I hadn’t spent time on WDC but I am depressed at . . .
. . . growing old and having grown old. There is no undoing it. I have felt that I am writing to the wind here and though people seem to appreciate my reviews on WDC it has not translated as I’d hoped. The wind still blows, yes, the wind blows.
I guess that’s enough. I’ve taken to exhorting in my reviews “Keep writing. Don’t stop writing.” And so, having stopped in my quest to create Tir na Nua, I will begin again. I will not stop, though it blows. The wind, I mean.