I have neglected this blog because through a variety of circumstances, we’ve delayed the release of Jaeth’s Eye again. I won’t offer a bunch of excuses because it really doesn’t matter–I’ve waited ten years to get this novel to this stage, and I don’t mind waiting a few extra weeks.
I’ve been writing. Which is news to me. The past few months I’ve spent busy over a bunch of engineering projects while trying to raise my family, rationalizing that because I’m busy and stressed, I shouldn’t be writing. Plus, all the delays with Jaeth’s Eye (mostly my fault, due to a lot of oversight) had me somewhat dragging my feet, thinking that if I’m not publishing anything, I’m not a writer.
Which is bullshit. I’m not a writer if I’m not writing. That’s it.
I was reminded yesterday of something that had always been so clear to me, but has been muddled the past few years in my attempt to *accomplish* something with my life (that is, finish school, get a job, save some money, do my job (well-ish)). I’ve forgotten that I write for the sake of writing. At my worst, it gave me a reason to wake up in the morning and go to sleep tired.
I have finished *one* novel in the past four years: a COMPLETE rewrite of the novel that was Jaeth’s Eye, which doesn’t even count because it was already out there, I just had to follow the dots. I finished two the year before that, when I thought my life was going nowhere. They were shit, but I finished them.
I’m not even going to go in the complex nuances of writing about writing because that’s just going into batshit insane territory. I’m not ready for that yet. But suffice to say, I think I’ve broken the halfway point of the sequel to Jaeth’s Eye, which hopefully means you don’t have to wait as long between the two novels.
Not that it matters, because I have a third book (and others) to write
