“Time and Tide wait for no man.”
Ancient observation.
Yet here I am, dawdling in the doldrums, whilst the surf of life smashes shale into granules of sand.
I’ll wager you didn’t expect me to be waxing lyrical this early, but I’m in the mood for bloody awful poetry as I wade through the tide that is Writers Inertia.
I’m in that tight period between things, I’ve printed the proofs of The Ares Gambit and they’ve gone out to test readers, and my friends over at Magic Pencil are working through Only Bloody Money and it will seem, to my fellow adventurers at least, I am not working on anything else.
Oh, but I am. Or at least I tell myself that.
Building a book is like forging a sword, or to put it in a more relatable experience, building a house. You can pass that house a lot and it will seem like very little is done – the foundations are in, then maybe a few of the walls and the scaffolding goes up and stays up and a few more bricks are laid. Nothing seems to happen for ages; then suddenly, you have new neighbours.
That’s how it’s going so far, except I’m dabbling with a housing estate, I have several projects I want to tackle but am butterflying on all of them, because I don’t know if I want to take them on. The most recent things are not finished – at all, but I leave them to breathe because that’s the way I work. And so, we have this irritating period of inertia.
Time and tide.
But there’s never enough time and too much tide.
Don’t get swept away, have a great day Adventurers! 🙂

