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Persistence?
July 6, 2006
12:22 p.m.

 
 
     Here's the problem: I have too much I want to put into this entry. It's confusing, daunting in its own way, so hard to get it all sorted out. This, of course, is the value of having a journal in the first place--it's a place to sort out what I really think. You, of course, have to suffer through it. Not that anyone is here now to read this.

     I feel like I'm yelling into the Grand Canyon.

     That's one thing I wanted to say. Writing this particular entry carries a lonely feeling, very newbie-ish and all, but one that's well-deserved. I've been gone so long. It feels weird doing this again. Truth-told, though, I really am back to it. How, you might ask, do I know, after all these spurts and faltered efforts, that I'm really back at it? What does "back at it" mean? Am I just fiddling around? What? What? What?

     Good questions, all.

     I have no idea how to answer them, but I'll say a few things and see where they lead, see how they play out and whether they address the issue at all.

     I've written two stories in the recent past, or I guess it's proper to say I've re-written them, since they existed before the drought. Both were a ton of work, though, and took proper dedication. And I saw both rewrites through to their end, a fact that I can't say about other starts I've made in the past few months.

     I've sold a story. Yes, indeed. "1 is True" will see publication in a few months at Asimov's. It's a story I'm quite proud of. I hope it does well. Of course.

     So, yeah. I'm working. That's always a good sign.

     There's more, too, a billion things more, really. So many I could bore you to death with them--everything from weird signs from the ether, to random feelings, to bits of synchronicity, to webby-work, to de-cluttering my life, to the sudden urge to re-arrange my downstairs workspace. I'm not sure you care to hear my inane ramblings on these subjects, though. At least not now. They'll come out when they need to come out, I suppose.

     For now, all you really care to know is that I'm writing.

     In the end, that's all that really matters.




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