Strange How Nearsighted Being Invisible Can Make You

Writing.

The tapping of the keys, each stroke the pounding of a still-beating heart, pushing me on and on and on.

I’ve not been writing at all, lately.  I’m working massive amounts of overtime, and barely even have time to eat, much less write.

At least it's been good for my diet.

But I’m not giving up.  I’m hoping that I’ll be able to work a little at night, a little on the weekends.  I may not be able to do 500 per day—at least not right now—but I can keep going, keep trying.

Damnatio Memoriae has been infesting my brain, an all-consuming infection, driving me mad.  Pushing me to the madness that is writing; the uncontrollable desire to create, the insanity that is putting the words and thoughts and hearts of invented people on the page for everyone to see. 

And I’m going to keep trying to get Traditor  published.  Someone somewhere is bound to take me on.  There must be a publisher or agent who’s as crazy as me. 

If nothing else, I can submit work for others to read.  Maybe I’ll post something here soon  :}