Hello again whomever reads this,
I don't update my blog too often, do I? I guess I'm sorry about that but it is hard to care since I haven't much to say. I've been writing and reading a lot since December.
Nothing really of note yet. I'm working on working on a novel. Outlining, trying new ideas, and waiting for something to grip me. I try and write something new every week or so, if for no other reason than to keep me somewhat sane and productive. Nothing real has come of it. Everything I write seems bleak and somehow rehearsed, but I can't imagine why.
I've considered drinking a whole bunch of wine and going at it, or maybe even smoking some weed and seeing what that does. I assume I'll just fall asleep either way. I don't find motivation in much anymore, another mystery unsolved.
Reading, on the other hand, has been going well. I always had a tough go of reading to be honest, but since the turn of the year I find it quite relaxing and enjoyable. Perhaps 2017 is the year where I read more and write less? If nothing else, it helps with inspiration. Not so much the aforementioned motivation. In fact, most authors I read are so talented that it discourages me.
Blah.
Barry