With the ever present urging of Cyrus Keith and several long months spent cursing my past projects while slashing at them with a machete, I've started writing again. I don't consider editing to be writing unless it's more of a rewrite than a simple content edit or search for typos. I do consider it to be under the writing umbrella, but, you know, different. Like bacon is technically pork, which means it came from a pig, but I'm not going to call my breakfast Wilbur.
I guess what I'm trying to say is I'm back to creating. As in, blank Word document and no freaking idea where this story is going next.
I have never been one to outline. I know many people it works wonders for, but my brain works well enough when I think of my characters and just say, "Go." Unfortunately, it doesn't "go" very often, as is evident in my huge gaps between blog posts. You can bet if I can't make myself sit down long enough to write a post, I'm probably not doing anything more worthwhile in the writing arena.
But I'm back to writing, and hopefully back to blogging. I have an invitation to be a regular contributor to another blog, and I am seriously considering giving it a go. I'll let you know when I get the details ironed out, but that pretty much means I'm going to be running rampant on the internet.