There is another contest. It lurks. It is a large contest, and I the important author stare at it as one would a new lover, thinking, "What the hell do I do to impress this beast?"
I've been cataloging my books. (nearly 300 books so far and counting) So tonight I'm trying to cut that short and really rather than blogging I should be focusing on writing something new and fresh but it is the pressure of it.
This coupled with the book drought...
I tried to read The Discovery of Witches. It didn't sit well. I was excited for something fresh, something magical that strikes a deep note with me. Here, I thought, someone has taken a subject and brought it up above the common tone of man rescue woman, who was once confident, only to be come a bumbling mimsy.
It makes me think, when I look at my writing is, "What have I got to say?" "How do I contribute to the Writing world?"
I could, if I wanted, write mush. Its easy, and not when you want a strong influence on your audience.
I'm rambling.
I really need to get back to work.
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