I won’t lie, it’s been a rubbish year for my writing so far. Not as much about publications or rejections, but more about how many words I’ve actually written. Basically, if it wasn’t for Furious Fiction each month, I wouldn’t have written a single word.
I know it’s been far too long since I wrote on a regular basis because my typing skills are starting to slide. I type each day for work, and I’ve noticed a lot more errors than usual. I think it’s because I’m not giving my typing brain the workout it is used to.
There is only one cure for this, and that’s to make myself write. I’ve done it in the past and I’m sure I can do it again. I might lay off the experimental stuff to start with, because that’s what sent me down the rejection gurgler last year, and bruised my authorial ego more than I realised. So it is back to my bread and butter; horror, science fiction and a little bit of fantasy. No more crime or magical realism. Clearly, I can’t do it as well as I think I can. For now I’ll keep that stuff just for me.
In the meantime, I’ve re-jigged my website so it works better on different devices (and stops my host from closing down my aged old site). I’ve also just had one of my flash fiction pieces appear on the Antipodean SF radio show. So, please check them out.
The past 12 months have been tough for everyone. I really hope that we are all on the road back to recovery. And I hope to be able to share more good news about my productivity (and possibly publications) soon.