Writing Report May 25, 2019

Time is my enemy.

Never enough of it, never enough in an unbroken stretch.

It’s hard to focus on long term projects; as a result my creative these days flows more towards short stories and poems instead of long form.

I dislike the hassle of having to actually try to sell something to a publisher or producer. The short form fits perfectly with that: I fire a story off and forget about it until they tell me it’s accepted or rejected; if accepted I celebrate, if rejected I send it off to the next market on the list.

Right now (i.e., the moment this was actually written, not when I posted it or you read it), I’m writing this sitting next to a somnolent cat who otherwise would be meowing his fool head off if somebody wasn’t downstairs keeping him company.

Family affairs also impinge on my writing time.  If there’s one thing I’m willing to allow to take precedence over my writing, it’s family.

But it still cuts brutally into my time.

So recently I find myself focusing more on shorter works, and to be fair, I’m enjoying this and placing stories fairly regularly.

But there’s so much more I want to do, and I will do…once the damn cat dies and I can write uninterrupted.

© Buzz Dixon