Update on the Books (from a Desk in the Corner)

I’ve been meaning to write an update on the books for months now, so here we go.

Writing’s not my full-time occupation anymore. It only was for a while, because I could manage, financially. That’s no longer the case, so plan B came into play.

I’m a student again. Initially I enrolled in nursing school, but I’m going to veer off that and steer toward another school to become a registered dietician. In the meantime I will be taking extra classes and I started a blog to talk about food, nutrition, fitness, and health in general.

Since books don’t write themselves that means the time allotted to them has been drastically reduced. I’m not happy about that, but faced with an unpleasant situation one can either change the situation, leave the situation, or suck it up. I chose option three.

To quote the master:

It starts with this: put your desk in the corner, and every time you sit down there to write, remind yourself why it isn’t in the middle of the room. Life isn’t a support-system for art. It’s the other way around. (Stephen King, On Writing)

The final part of that passage, often quoted, is also often misunderstood. People take it to mean that without art life is nothing. It’s simply not true. Art is not a basic necessity, and if you think it is, you’ve lived a very sheltered existence (lucky bastard!). Art is one way to realize yourself, but you have to eat and find shelter first.

I’m keeping the desk in the corner, where it has always been even when I had more time to write. The hierarchy of life’s necessities doesn’t change, no matter what my circumstances are. I don’t decide if food comes before shelter or after, I don’t decide where art is on that scale. Human condition is decided outside of myself. Change, leave, suck it up. In this case, option three is all anyone has.

So, back to the books. What does this mean for Dragonmore? It means I’m over a year behind my dream schedule for the series. It doesn’t mean the end. I’m gunning for a first draft of The Fall of Whitewater for this summer. Self-publishing being what it is (read: a metric fuck-ton of work) a realistic release date for the novel would be somewhere around 2017.

Unless I win the lottery, that is. In which case we’ll all be sipping cocktails (a Shirley Temple for yours truly) while the army of editors I hire toil on my manuscripts. Meantime, I’m gonna do what we all do:

Work. To make shit happen.

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