I apologize for the delay regarding The Dimming War, part II, but it has been a difficult week. I would like to say that it’s been an unusual week, but frankly it’s been fairly typical. Between work (both official and writing-related), spring yard work, and personal obligations, blogging can get a bit neglected. I have to admit that blogging is on the low end of my priorities list, but I need to work on convincing myself not to feel too badly about missing the occasional post.
On top of the usual stuff, I struggle a bit with depression, and things have been a little up and down this week. Normally, one of the surest ways of improving my mood is to sit and write, but overcoming depression enough to actually do it can be a real struggle. Of course, when I do manage to sit and write and it doesn’t go well, it hurts a lot more than a normal day of bad writing. Still, it’s always worth a shot.
I’ll confess that I’m unsure about even mentioning the depression thing, but if I’m going to be true to the intent of this blog (sharing what the life of this unpublished fantasy writer is like in the hopes of helping other starving artists), then I have to share the things I’m uncomfortable with, too. Most people won’t need my insights, such as they are, but a few might benefit. I think this is worth a post all its own, but not right now.
And to be fair, I did write an entire post – 2,000 words worth – and realized that it sucked and was irrelevant to this blog, so I deleted it. Grumble. Yeah, that really helped my mood, let me tell you.
So, before this brief post consumes a full allotment of 1,500+ words, I’m going to cut it off now. Rest assured that I am moving directly from writing and posting this into working on the second part of The Dimming War. Fair warning, though: I have a strong hunch that the post after part II will be about depression, acedia, and the challenges of writing.
Until then, have a little patience. Thanks.
Adrift in Daydreams 
Well, I suffer from acedia when I’m not fulfilling my life’s purpose. So, since yours is to cavort through fantastic realms, maybe your acedia is a product of too much time spent on mundane physical things, and what you need is a healthy paroxysm of intense daydreaming, to the point of somnambulism. Then maybe you’ll feel well enough to jot down a fingernail of the body of your uber-phantasy to help the rest of us poor folks schlogging through the mundane.. 😀
I think my big problem comes from too much cavorting and not enough time spent putting things into a form you mundanes can appreciate. 😉 I start to feel guilty about not sharing, and the effort of sticking around enough to share is WORK. (“You mundanes.” Hope that came across as amusing instead of insulting.)
But you know what? My daydreams are way better after I’ve gone to the trouble of sticking around to do some work, so maybe it’s worth it in more ways than one!
No offense taken. But we mundanes can ONLY appreciate your gifts when you put in all that work. You staring off into space is not nearly as impressive as what rolls off your fingertips into the computer—and that we stand in awe of and so are happy to humbly be referred to as “mundanes.” Especially since part 2 has been posted.
Hey, I don’t just stare off into space! I talk to myself and drool some, too, and giggle occasionally – but only at things nobody else sees. 😉