Then life and circumstances got in the way of that noble pursuit and I also got lost in the world of ghostwriting for a time. In time, I ceased taking projects that meant writing fiction for others to claim as their own for a pitiful amount of money, and I didn't go back to my own writing.
I basically stopped completely--other than a few tiny bursts--for months. As of this writing, I still haven't returned to those lands of make-believe in which I once found joy and amusement in wandering.
There have been times when I've wondered if I would ever write a story again. Will I be able to recapture the joy of storytelling and fill it with renewed vigor? Or is it too late? I've had serious doubts. The longer I've been away from the habit of writing, the bigger those doubts have grown.
I've lost my way, perhaps.
But it might be that I can find the path, get back on it, and set off on some fantastic new journey. I just have be open and willing to try. So... that's what I've decided. I'm even going as far as announcing on this mostly defunct blog of mine. Writing fiction isn't something I want to regret casting aside in later years. A recent birthday has cast this in a vivid light.
On June 1, 2025, I will come back into this office, sit at this desk, and start writing make-believe. This is about putting words on the page, stacked in rows one on top of the next, until I get page. Then I'll do it again. In some ways, I'm starting all over again. I've gotten out of the habit. I'll have to set aside the time and sit here until something happens. That's all the pressure I'm going to put on the process other than this largely obscure announcement.
Let's see what I can.
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