I had an unusual dream last night. For one thing, it wasn’t a nightmare.
I enjoyed this dream.
In the dream, I witnessed a dark fantasy world, which appeared as a nested set of tales, one hidden within another down a few layers deep. For this reason, it is tough to remember what the overall story was about.
Dark armor. Bright blades. Powerful heroes. Tragic and dramatic results.
All surrounded in wind and rain, possibly a result of the winter storm going on in my area last night.
Right now, it seems to me this dream could apply to an odd set of worlds I have been fiddling on, involving space-traveling fantasy with barnacles on giant spacefaring creatures. But now, as I unpack the dream, it fits a much older setting I’ve created a lot better.
That setting has gone by the name of Fantasy A (I know, I’m terribly creative).
This is a setting I’ve probably mentioned before on this blog, but likely that was years ago. I can’t recall precisely.
It’s a world of demons and magic, but regardless, I’m excited to pick it up at some point in the near future, especially after this night of dreaming.
For now, though I have other work to pursue. Such is the life of a writer.
Thanks for reading.
I missed posting last Friday, but today I’m warming up for a big day of writing by putting this brief post online.
Writing has been okay these past two weeks. I always want to go faster, and I’ve been feeling that lately.
Overall, though, life is pretty good.
So, today I’m planning to swing for the fences. For me, this means a goal of 5000 words. Should be doable, if a little difficult.
That’s it for now. Have a good day.
Thanks for reading.
Hey everyone, Tim here.
Rob and I recorded an episode of the podcast this week, but due to some technical problems, we didn’t think it was quality enough to share it with the public.
We’re working on sound quality. Hopefully, we’ll be able to release again next week.
Thanks for your understanding.
And, as always, thanks for listening.
As the title suggests, there will be no new episode of Alive After Reading on Sunday, as a result of poor scheduling and technical issues on my part.
Hope you’re all well, and talk to you next week.
Let me explain the title of this post for starters.
I’ve been kicking around a nonfiction idea for writers, I think of as the seven deadly sins of writers. Greed, sloth, etc, as they apply to writers. As I consider this book (Along with my many and varied fiction projects), I realized one of these sins stands out the most to me as it applies to writers.
I think envy is my greatest challenge at the moment (With sloth/indolence being a close second).
Lately, I look at the success of others, and though I think I’m managing the envy well compared to how I’d deal with it in the past, you could say I’m a bit nervous of how long I can maintain a good attitude about my feelings.
There are lots of independent authors who do very well. I’m working to become one of them, as I’m sure many of you know. The only way to get there is to work more. That’s where sloth arrives to join forces with envy. I’m less skilled at dealing with envy of other peoples’ attitude or work ethic, and that’s what I find gets to me these days. It’s not about the money, it’s about the process. If I felt freer, I would be on my way in no time.
Of that, I feel certain. But never mind the negativity.
I have more words to do today. Just wanted to check in with you readers first. I’m still working on the sequel to The Mangrove Suite. It’s going pretty well right now, though it could always be better.
No excerpt this week. Would be too spoilery given the subject matter of the recent chapters.