So, it's 11:15pm and I'm sitting in my living room, sipping chamomile tea and listening to I Should Be Writing by Mur Lafferty. It's pretty self explanatory, but just in case it's really not, it's a podcast for wanna be fiction writers. I'm that, along with a novice writer. Ironically, my last post here was about a book I started writing and I apparently finished chapter one?
Couldn't find this so-called book I started and had affirmations to complete by 2016. It's 2018 and I don't even remember what it was about. I'm good at that, starting hobbies or setting goals and losing interest after 15 days. However, the one thing I can acknowledge that does exist is the simple desire to write. Just write. Always has. A book, a blog, a short story, an article, whatever I can write. All of which fill a hole I have when I don't write.
So, here I am, writing, filling that void before I drift off to sleepy land. I didn't really have anything to say or share I just felt like I should maybe come back to this? Maybe be more active on here? I've left Facebook, so I have some more time that can be filled with things that are more fulfilling.
Also, I started reading a lot more since my last post and joined a book club. We're called A Novel Bunch and I hate to say I had absolutely nothing to do with the name or formation of the book club. Disappointing. Currently making our way through A Darker Shade of Magic by V.E. Schwab. If you have not picked up this book at your local library, do yourself and your local library a favor and pick it up. I'll leave a brief review after I complete it. Maybe.
Until next time, two hours from now, two days, two weeks or even two years. Again.