It has come to my attention that I’ve let this blog slip a bit too long, which is a fair assessment. I do hate blogging, but truthfully, I should have updated this weeks ago, when I published the third installment of my Symphony of the Sephira book series. Finally, two years worth of beating my skull against a desk shook loose something worth putting into print.
The Oneroi’s Oculus. What a fucking mouthful of a title, and yet, I couldn’t imagine calling it anything else. The Book that Almost Wasn't would be equally appropriate. Two years of suffering from bouts of creative constipation and fighting to organize its many little nuances made me want to chew off a finger and hand-feed it to a stray cat.
There was an honest moment there where I thought this book would be a still-birth — that I wasn’t going to find the equation that brought its elements together, elegantly or otherwise. But as these things go, it just needed time. Time and dogged persistence.
So here I am yet again, walking into a crowded room of strangers who are having dozens of different, pressing conversations and saying in a calm, conversational tone; “Hey, so I wrote another book,” before nodding to myself and walking quietly away.
I’m in no hurry. This isn’t about recognition for me — at least not yet. I’m honing. I’m learning. I’m improving. With every strike of the keys I climb; pushing this massive, soul-crushing stone I chose for myself, growling like a madman and grinning like an idiot.
Anyway, I should get back to it.