As a newbie writer on my start to breaking into the industry, I have a lot of other time consumers in my life. The main one is work, which is mainly just an 8 hour time sink. I’d probably feel different about this if I had a better job that was more fitting to my degree but right now I’m doing a monkeys work, at least I’m learning about how companies work I suppose, and much more I’d like rant about, but maybe at another time. The point is, that like everyone else in the world, I’m constrained on time and it sucks.
There are so many stories to write and no time to do it. I mean there might be if I do absolutely nothing and work all day and then come home and write all night and have little to no social life. Which, is what I kind of did for the past year, though a lot of that time was spent learning as opposed to actually writing. But it was necessary and I don’t regret it. You have to make sacrifices if you want to get where you want to be. But now-a-days I’ve lost my workaholic overdrive mode and want to do more social stuff which unfortunately cleaves away at writing time.
This lack of time has caused me to hone my focus on one project, which sucks cause I felt held back. Like I have a ferocious river of creative energy and I’ve dammed it back. Allowing, for now, only the Quincyness to pass through. In a way this makes it a bit boring. I love the world of Quincy, and by far it really is the story I care about the most, but I yearn so much to write about other things sometimes, and I know I will eventually, but I have to get at least some of this out first.
This need to explore other ideas needs to be fed every now and then though, and I think the best solution to this might be short stories. Though, for some bewildering reason, every short story I attempt ends up being a horror story. I guess they turn out to be an outlet for my paranoia, because I creep myself out in stupid ways way too much, especially at night.
At any rate, I plan to write at least one of these a month to mix it up. I think I’ll submit them places too. I mean who knows right? And if that fails, I’ll at least post them here for some wondering person to stumble upon and read, and hopefully not be able to sleep the following night without at least looking under the bed.
-Your Paranoid Parrot