Contrary to the impression you may have gotten, I’ve not yet abandoned this site, and I am still here in some small way. I just haven’t really had the inclination or the energy to put finger to keyboard recently and as a result these pages have stagnated slightly. The same is true of my book reviews over on GoodReads, so my apologies to all who frequent this little corner of the web.
This week there’s been a lot of discussion and controversy on the old interwebs about the nominees for this year’s Hugo Awards. Long story short, a bunch of people have gotten together and created enough influence amongst the voters that many of the nominees can be found on one or both of the slates put forward by those people. This in turn has upset a bunch of other people because apparently that’s not how it’s supposed to work. Cue much bad language and online dickery.
Things have been a little strange over the last few weeks and months. The brain-assassin, that annoying part of my mind that seems determined to lead me to destruction, has been working overtime recently, and to put it bluntly the effort required to ignore her is wearing me out.
Don’t mind me. I’m just popping by to let you all know that I’ve had a weird week or so since recovering from my horrible, horrible flu, culminating in a 45 minute call to my ISP this evening to get my wireless hub fixed, which somehow they managed to do remotely. I think magic may have been involved, though I’m not entirely sure.
This site is officially two years old today. That’s right, it’s two years ago today that I made my first post on here. Since then I’ve made a few random posts about my writing, added a handful of posts about nothing in particular, talked about the books I’ve been reading and even started a series of articles discussing the actual art and craft of writing. All in all I think this is turning out to be one of my more successful attempts at maintaining a website over the years.
And so the year of twenty-fourteen is over, a new year has begun, and I’m wondering what, if anything, all of this means for me. I’m still not published, still don’t really have anything concrete or positive to show for all of the work I’ve done, still haven’t kept good on the vague promises I made almost two years ago and still feel like all I’m doing is kicking my heels and wasting my time. So what’s the point, really?
Other than posting my monthly lists of books read I’ve been absent from this blog for a short while, though I assure you it’s all in a good cause. I’ve been busy with a number of projects, some writing related, some not so much, and as a result I haven’t had all that much time spare to keep this place in good order. Ho hum.