Well, I'm not going to lie, that last time I put serious effort into my writing life was 2012. Around December of that year I was walking to the parking garage after work and noticed that there were Christmas lights decorating the shops and streets on my walk back to my car. It was the first time in my life that I didn't get excited about the lights. I've always gotten excited like a little kid and for some reason, possibly because of sheer exhaustion I no longer cared that night as I walked to my car. I noticed this change immediately and took note that that wasn't normal. No matter what I was going thorugh in my life I always looked forward to the end of the year and all the twinkling Christmas lights they always evoked such magic for me. But for whatever reason, not that night. I just staggered to my car and drove home. From that point forward my internal creative light just sort of dimmed as well. I struggled to finish the current novel I was working on and it took me another 2 years to complete it. I'll go into more of what I think may have happened but in 2012 I turned 40 yrs old and I think the fact that I still wasn't a published writer kinda broke me and I had a bit of a tramatic response to that.
Anywho, I've done a bunch of little writting throughout the last 10 years but nothing compared to what I was producing previous to 2012 and last night I decided enough is enough. I'm either going to pick up what's left of my writing life or completely abandon it. So last night I started a new novel titled "A Bunny Cage" so far I'm thinking it's going to be a collection of short stories, but it feels like a cyberpunk novel...We will see how this all goes. Last night I wrote 1000 words. I haven't come close to that in 10 years
