Once-weekly posts on whatever nonsense crosses my mind.
As I begin to gear up toward the February release of The Redemption of Erâth: Exile, I find myself reading and re-reading the book itself over and over again. This is a natural process, I’m certain, of anyone who’s every published a book, but you get interesting looks from people when they ask you what you’re reading.
It’s a curious fact that artists aren’t supposed to enjoy their own work.
Well, well, well. Here I am, having made it through another year, saying that I’m going to do this and that and all the other, just like I do every year. Every January, every new resolution, to this day, turned to dust. My resolution last year was to post more frequently (I managed a total of 47 posts in 2014). It was also to publish the second book of my fantasy series, The Redemption of Erâth. It was also to lose weight. It was also to get healthy, physically and mentally.
There’s something wrong with me, and not in the way I usually mean. I’m sitting at my computer, drinking tea (second cup this morning), writing this post. That in itself is unusual, considering my state of mind recently. I’m listening to Christmas music. Christmas music. That’s highly unusual, no matter what. Worse than any of that, though, is that I actually feel … well, reasonably well.
Satis Writes 