The Scribe

A respite and deep breaths..

This is not going to be my best work.  There is a line of fire originating in my middle-lower back which extends all the way to my left temple.  It’s been there for two weeks.  It appears that it will not be leaving anytime soon.  It’s made concentration and maintaining positive momentum a thing of the past.

Writing is an endeavor of the mind and the heart, using whatever writing medium as the canvas for those two forces working in tandem.  When one is out of sync with the other, the writing suffers.  When I’m in a ton of pain, I don’t create as well, as most of my mental faculties are busy screaming.  That sounds like an excuse, but it very much is not.  It’s a miracle that Action Jackson got finished in the fashion it did.  I’m grateful that whatever alchemical concoction I imbibed Sunday evening let me sit down and produce pain-free work.  It was basically all the writing that I did last week.  I’d be ashamed if I didn’t still hurt so much.

I want to create on these pages every week, but the truth of the matter is that I’ll never make money doing it.  Ever.  For any reason.  Google has seen to that for reasons it still won’t explain to me.  I could get all the traffic in the universe through here every single morning, and I would never see a dime.  Until such time as I can afford to launch my own website hosting, this is going to be a tertiary priority.  It’s more for my own mental well-being than anything else.

I know that leaves those of you who enjoy reading new stories here in the lurch, and for that I am supremely apologetic.  I want to do this as my job, and having to sit here and wring words out of my brain four days a week for no pay and no career progress sometimes gets put on the back-burner.  I’ll try to change that, but no promises.  I’ve a hard enough time with staying motivated as it stands.

Wednesday will see the next part of Night Knights, that much I can promise.  I’ll start working on it today, and spend the next few days chewing at bits and pieces of it so that I have something worth reading on Wednesday.

Till then

Best Wishes,
Justin

Teller of tales. Horrible liar. Fair hand at video games and card games.