Four years ago I started this blog. A few months after that, it was abandoned. Why? Because I was using it to promote a creative works for which – in all honesty – I no longer cared. But here I am. Four years later and giving it another go.
What’s changed? Mostly, everything.
I used to draw comics.
That’s a tough thing to say. I mean, yeah, its true. But putting it in the past tense like that, admitting that it’s something that I no longer do. Its tough.
Thing is, I love comics. I do. It’s a fantastic medium and when I first started making them I had a blast. I met a lot of really cool fellow-comic-makers and had some amazing friendships come out of it. But a time came when I no longer got any pleasure from the act of making them. I still draw here and there. I even paint occasionally. But sitting down, committing to the endless hours required to churn out a comic sounds like a living nightmare.
When I started this blog four years ago, I was spending far too much of my time going through the motions of a person who aspired to be a “real” comics artist. Then, I quit. It wasn’t a conscious decision to quit; I just stopped.
But my passion to create never abated. I continued making notes for stories. I wrote scripts. A short story here and there. An outline or two.
Then one day while cleaning out my closet, I found a manuscript I’d written for NaNoWriMo way way back in 2008. I read it.
But thing was, I realized, I had enjoyed writing it and prospect of rewriting it filled me not with dread but excitement.
Oh shit, I thought, am I a writer? Maybe not a great writer. Maybe not even a good one. But I’ll be goddamned if I don’t enjoy it.
So, since finding that old manuscript, I’ve written a novella and now I’m 60k words into a novel.
So here I go, writing.
I write stuff. Working on a novel. Working on a degree. Working on a life.