Fresh Starts (Again)

First Things First

I have no idea what I’m doing. I have no grand plan from moving forward. All I know is that I have to write again. I need the outlet. I don’t know what I am going to write. But I am going to write something even if it kills me. This creative constipation has got to break loose.

How did we get here?

I could blame my lack of creativity on the stress of the pandemic and the state of politics in America. But I won’t. Because that wouldn’t be the truth. The truth is, other stress was keeping me from writing. It was keeping me from many things I love. We’re not going to go into the specifics. Because I refuse to let it continue to have power over me. However, I can safely say that it is behind me now. At least for the most part. Enough that I can start rebuilding my writing routine at least.

So where do we go from here?

I don’t really know. I’ve got a few ideas percolating in my brain at the moment. I’m happiest when I’m working on short form fiction and personal/philosophical stuff. I’ve made so many attempts at turning the stories in my head into books. And I always fall flat on my face. On the other hand, that has traditionally been as part of a “challenge” like NaNoWriMo or 85k90. Maybe if I made a solid run at it at my own pace, things would be different. I don’t know. Maybe we’ll find out in the future. But I’m not ready to make that kind of commitment right now. My writing brain has atrophied and I need to build it back up before I think about big projects.

I’ve unpublished everything that was posted here before. Some of it may be rewritten and released in the future. I’ve got some ideas for turning “The Tao of Dave” into a somewhat long term project. Maybe a weekly or every other weekly feature on this site. At least until I run out of shit to ramble about. Which should take a while.

Maybe a recipe blog where you don’t have to scroll through a novella about Great Aunt Stella and her pet hamster before you find out how much flour you need….

Maybe a chronicle of my attempts to bumblefuck my way through growing a veggie garden for the first time in 20 years….

Who knows??? Only way way to find out.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go sit on my back porch and stare off into the distance while I pretend to think about my next project.

Author: dave