I think I need a little break.

I’ve spent the last week doing very little writing on the novel, while doing not a whole lot of anything else because I’ve felt guilty about not working on the novel. Not a real smart move, I don’t think. So I think I’m going to just absolve myself and take a breather. I’ve been largely a-musical for three weeks now; I haven’t done any work on the website or a couple of other small coding projects that have occured to me; I haven’t pinned Wilder down for that documentary interview I was planning; I haven’t even pissed away a healthy amount of time on video games, though on that front at least I’ve made a token effort.

I really like this novel I’m working on. The story isn’t broken out of the gate, the characters aren’t useless. I can see it going to 50K words, more; I can see being satisfied with the results, and editing it and rewriting it and working it into something that could be very readable. But the well is fairly depleted at the moment, and I’ve been exhausting myself trying to figure out how to get more water from the bottom.

So the well is getting a chance to refill a bit, and I’m getting a chance to rest myself up. I’ve got some ideas bouncing around in my head for Nyx, and Rorie, and Tom, and even Stripe and his pimp friend Chromo and that awkward kid Terry who seems to have a crush on Rorie. The ideas are starting to bounce off each other and give me some sense of what the hell happens next. So the story is very much kicking, a sentiment that will hopefully comfort all three readers of the novel-in-progress. But I don’t think we’re seeing a November deadline.

Bear with me.