Wow. A month of Twitter feed posts only.
Slacking.
Big time.
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Will I never learn.
No. No, I won’t.
I don’t know what really inspired it, but I decided to try and start writing again. I mean serious writing. Not a blog post. Well, not really. Blog posting is good and all, but I may receive flack for this (if “important” people actually read this blog) but it’s not serious writing. It’s a good medium for expressing thoughts, but it’s all impulsive writing. And if it’s well thought out writing, it no longer become a blog, but an essay in the disguise of a blog.
I’m getting side tracked here.
Serious writing.
Right.
I’ve failed many times. This whole “serious writing” thing. Serious. I’ve tried writing scripts. I probably have about a dozen short stories that remain unfinished. I even tried to take the easy way out by working on blog anthology. The work was already done (minus editorial commentary)! I still bailed on it. So what makes me think I can finish this new story I’m writing? I don’t. I’m just doing it.
I’m not going to tell you what it’s about, lest you think you might get your hopes up and apply undue pressure to yours truly, at which point I’ll completely dump the project.  Nagging me is a surefire way to get me to put it down and go back to whatever it is I do when I’m not being a contributing member to society.
Actually, I think I kind of lied a little bit back there.  I do think I might actually finish this one.  It’s familiar subject matter.  I know the characters in one way or another.  I also think it’s possible that I may have matured a little bit.

A.

Little.

Bit.

So while I’m building up hype for a book that’s barely even started, I’m going to take this opportunity to stop writing and go to a nice little conservation area with TheWife™.
Yes.  Old habits die hard.