So I wrote part of a blog post at work today, not a Mohawk Valley adventure but a silly commentary, and I did not think it was contemptible. Unfortunately I did not finish it. I wrote till one break was over, then on the next break I found I could not continue. I turned to another page and started to write another lament about my writing woes. I got a sentence and a half before it started to bore me. No other blog topics presenting themselves, I turned to a completely fresh page and started writing notes on yet another new novel.
I have a very bad habit of continually starting new novels but never finishing them. On the other hand, my rule for myself is to Just Write. Do you suppose I ought to make up some more rules for myself? If my new rule is Finish What You Start, I am going to be writing for a LONG time. If I can even find all the novels I have started. Now I am reminding myself that I also have to finish the banana play. As well as another play that I had written almost all of (and I think the plot is pretty damn good on that one) (but perhaps I flatter myself).
It is not the least bit surprising that I am so good at writing interactive murder mysteries. They play to all my strengths. And they are short.
Ah, I can just hear somebody taking a breath to say, “Write short stories!” Well, I won’t, because I don’t like short stories. Oh, I know, many people adore them and they are a highly respected art form. I just don’t like them. I could write a whole blog post on why, but what does it matter? There is no accounting for tastes.
So this is my Non-Sequitur Thursday post. If only I could think of a punchy headline, I would be reasonably content. And if I can’t think of a good headline, at least I made a blog post. I’ll work on that silly commentary more tomorrow.