“Maze”

When it was first discovered, we didn’t know what to make of it. It was something distant, almost mystical. It was a den of obscurity, its passages explored only by strange reclusive creatures. What it was they sought in there, we did not know. But we saw that they were caught within it, less like flies in a web than rats in worldwide maze – a labyrinth of nothing but dark corners.
These poor lost creatures, we pitied them. But soon enough, the shadowed passages grew brighter and we – lured by glitter and promise – we wandered in one-by-one. Lost now, we too roam. What we seek remains a mystery.

HINDSIGHT 2020 Or: how I learned to stop worrying and enjoy the process

Four years ago I started this blog. A few months after that, it was abandoned. Why? Because I was using it to promote a creative works for which – in all honesty – I no longer cared. But here I am. Four years later and giving it another go.

What’s changed? Mostly, everything.

I used to draw comics.

That’s a tough thing to say. I mean, yeah, its true. But putting it in the past tense like that, admitting that it’s something that I no longer do. Its tough.

Thing is, I love comics. I do. It’s a fantastic medium and when I first started making them I had a blast. I met a lot of really cool fellow-comic-makers and had some amazing friendships come out of it. But a time came when I no longer got any pleasure from the act of making them. I still draw here and there. I even paint occasionally. But sitting down, committing to the endless hours required to churn out a comic sounds like a living nightmare.

When I started this blog four years ago, I was spending far too much of my time going through the motions of a person who aspired to be a “real” comics artist. Then, I quit. It wasn’t a conscious decision to quit; I just stopped.

But my passion to create never abated. I continued making notes for stories. I wrote scripts. A short story here and there. An outline or two.

Then one day while cleaning out my closet, I found a manuscript I’d written for NaNoWriMo way way back in 2008. I read it.

It sucked.

But thing was, I realized, I had enjoyed writing it and prospect of rewriting it filled me not with dread but excitement.

Oh shit, I thought, am I a writer? Maybe not a great writer. Maybe not even a good one. But I’ll be goddamned if I don’t enjoy it.

So, since finding that old manuscript, I’ve written a novella and now I’m 60k words into a novel.

So here I go, writing.