I continue to be ridiculously productive.
I've given in to my obsessive/compulsive tendencies and I'm writing as much as I want. I won't even tell you how fast I'm writing Wolflander, because it's kind of embarrassing.
The only thing that seems to be limiting me is the hours in the day -- and an overall nagging sense that I should give myself a little breathing room to let the creative wellspring fill.
Who knows how long this will last? I may have a ton of material done before I even start to try to market them.
I've worked out the process -- which I think was most of the battle. I've found a rhythm that seems to maximize my creative urge. I've removed artificial limits about how much I can and should write. I've focused on the creative part and made it an internal process that is complete in and of itself.
I have a ton of creative energy -- which I spent 30 years lavishing on my store. I don't think other people can see it when it's used on work, but when the words just keep flowing like this, it's pretty hard to hide. This blog has been a hint at how much energy I have for words -- I've always actually kind of held back. Believe it or not.
Not saying it's immortal literature -- but I do think I'm getting better. The focus is on a good story, that I hope people will enjoy. In order to get there, I'm trying to tell myself a good story that I enjoy.
No shortage of ideas -- just of time, and physical energy. Both of which I'm expending in perhaps ridiculous amounts.
But I'm going to keep giving myself permission.
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