Neil Gaiman (Sandman, American Gods, Good Omens with Terry Pratchett, Neverwhere…the guy is kind of a big deal) said that his writing destroyed his ability to enjoy reading because now he just looks for structure and tricks. Sorry to paraphrase like that. But think of it for a minute. It must be like being the only sober person at a rave! Mr. Gaiman is surrounded by people who read books, read comics, watch movies, and then make podcasts and YouTube videos incessantly about what they saw.
I admit I’m a little worried that I’m not enjoying books as much as I used to. My attention span is not what it was. (Thanks social media!) Memes and junk vocabulary have crept into my thoughts.
I’ve always had trouble with February. Call it Seasonally Affected Disorder if you must. I try to pack the month with good things but I still get this staring-into-the-abyss feeling this month. It’s a lot of staring out the window looking for the color green. So it’s ironic (I guess) that I got married in February, and that I published (finally!) my first book in February. My first nephew was born in February.
I should be happy. I’m not. Dark thoughts plague me. Not the dramatic, gothic, Marilyn Manson’s autobiography sort of dark thoughts either. They’re sort of casual self-loathing thoughts. “Why do I even exist?” sort of thoughts.
Observation and Discretion is supposed to be the next book in Flawed Empires but to tell the truth it hasn’t come together. It’s supposed to be the sky pirate book. I was going to have the characters take a world tour so that my readers could get a view of what flaws the other empires have. On second thought, so much travel makes no sense and I should keep the thing in the Caribbean and St. Augustine, Florida. I’m taking a mallet to the plot and smashing it. When April comes around I think I’ll regret this.