Or writing with the punches?
It’s been an oddly hectic time in my life, which is terribly frustrating since I’ve been all “Huzzah, graduation! Goals goals goals ideas plans” and then life responds with, “Hey, Phil. I see you have goals, ideas, and plans there. Let me piss all over them.” The big issue of sorting out student loans has really punched me in the face, and then there’s other things that don’t bear mentioning here (It’s my misadventures in fiction, folks, not my misadventures in sorting out life; that’s far, far less interesting, and you should all be grateful I’m not making those posts here).
I’m reconsidering my plans for NaNoWriMo, if only because it’s not entirely conducive to what I’m aiming for (I need to try getting my work out there for publication consideration, and though the challenge is totally awesome and horrifying, it’s not really jiving with everything else at the moment; I’ll probably keep with it in some way or another because I’m terribly bull-headed).
Right now the biggest plan is to get “Death at Teatime” out there. I’m thinking I might dust off some of the things from early-summer, fix them up, and then share them because I realized I have no actual samples of my fiction on here and that goes against one of the major points of this blog.
Thanks to my followers, and anyone who happens upon this blog otherwise, for your patience and sticking with what’s been relatively erratic updating and an unfortunate lack of content. Also, sorry that I’m sort of not sorry for the post that’s to follow.