by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner
I’m breezing through the first act of the second draft of this scifi dramedy I’ve been working on. It continues to breathe some. The detail of scenes get changed and moved around a little bit.
But, in general, things are moving at a nice little clip.
I continue to worry that my life is going to collapse and either I’ll have to pause writing or the context all of this effort will be so different as to make me not nearly as happy with it as I am now.
And I know I’m not getting any younger. Because of how post-production works, even if I sell this dang thing, I could be in my late 50s before it actually hits bookstores. And that doesn’t even begin to address how the fucking Singularity might happen between now and then, making all of this very, very moot.
Anyway.
The biggest problem I have now is I’m just moody. I often find myself wanting to write, but not really feeling it. But, then, to make up for it, I will have the spurts of writing where I get a lot of scenes done in one big burst of energy.
