Focused

I’ve been playing around with a few short stories. I’m having a hard time getting motivated on them, though. After writing a 102k word novel, shorts feel like premature ejaculation—it’s okay, but I want more. I want to move forward with the next book in the series and focusing on anything other than my vision for this continuing crime saga is rough.

My issue is thoughts sometimes get muddled. I overthink things, overdo things—you know the drill. Getting hung up on the potential agent outcome will fuck with any writer’s head and send them on various mental escapades. 

Existential issues aside, I’m going to put my head down and work—on all fronts. Writers write, and that’s the gist. I’ll work on the short stories and notes for the next book. I enjoy the information gathering and thought process—brooding over such things keeps me centered. I dig the writing process too goddamn much. I’m not going to settle for the idea of being an author versus working hard to be one.