Veteran bloggers, I don’t know how you do it. Seriously, what is your secret? Is there a special coffee, or a motivational book that keeps you writing with the regularity of Metamucil? I find myself returning from yet another long absence on this blog. I have not been inactive. Other projects have consumed my time (more updates on those later!), as well as many life developments: buying a house; new work contracts; travel. But there have been as many distractions and pits of deep despair that prevent me from writing, especially concerning the hateful direction my country, the USA, is taking.
I had always been taught that good prevails, that there is light even in darkness, and that comeuppance is a real tool of fate. Continue reading
Has it been so many months since my last post? Hopefully none of you are familiar with this feeling of having abandoned your blog on accident. I’ve been finishing up a screenwriting project with my dear friend, relocating to a new city (greetings from Atlanta!), and doing the general business of living that makes sitting down to maintain The Wordsy difficult. I’ve missed this community’s warmth and encouragement (you’re a most decent bunch), and I hope in the future to bring you a better, more vibrant, thoughtful and entertaining collection of work.
P.S. Expect some renovations to the site for easier navigation!
I took the holiday vacation time to finally crack down on the last act of my latest screenplay. It was definitely a goal to finish it before the new year, and although it wasn’t with as much time to spare as I’d hoped, it got done! Well…done is a relative term here, as all you writers know. It’s a second draft, which desperately needs a third. But, I think it won’t involve as much structural heavy lifting as this one. And hopefully it’ll find its way into some of the spring competitions (a resolution of mine). At least it didn’t take me until the stroke of midnight!
At least I tried…?
Having been consumed by two separate screenplay rewrites the past month, I don’t know how I ever imagined I’d have time to speed-write a loose fantasy novel draft. I’m cluelessly ambitious, I guess. Unrealistic aspirations aside, Camp Nanowrimo (National Novel Writing Month’s springtime little cousin) is a great excuse to congregate with other writers and get some thoughts on paper. All glory to the wretched first draft. Praise be.