On not wringing my hands

It is better to keep busy than to be ringing your hands when you are waiting for something to happen that you cannot make happen no matter how hard you close your eyes and wish.

And no, I’m not going to say what I’m wishing for. If you know then you know and if you don’t then you’ll only know when I get to tell you. And I will only get to tell you when it happens and only when I feel that it is then right to let it hang out there.

So, in the meantime, I’ve been keeping myself busy. Working and writing stuff and trying things out in a different way that feels both natural and wrong and because of that decidedly strange.

I’m starting to write, and publish, these weak and meandering essays on writing that do not seem to have any point yet. With the aim of working on them later and upping their style and writing and letting them become something over time. Time stewed in the glare of being visible on a global scale.

There are two done now, and if I carry on as I’m carrying on now, many more to come in a kind of flood.

Try them out here:

  1. Write a Book, Write One, Write Two, it is so Stupendously Easy To Do
  2. Nanowrimo will not write a damn novel for you buddy

And then, if you want to, come back and leave a comment below. And if you do leave a comment here is a bonus offer. If you wrote something about Nanowrimo then you are most welcome to leave a link to that as well. I’ll approve all comments linking to anything Nanowrimo related.

Have fun and let rip.

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