It’s 12am… do you know where your writer is?

As I type this, it’s midnight. I have no deadlines, no work-in-progress that needs to get to editing, and not a heck of a lot of motivation. But I also don’t know what else to do with myself.

I’ve been working on By the Fates, Freed for a solid 3 months (prior to that I worked on a different book, then before that I wrote the initial draft of By the Fates, and before that, another draft book). In other words, I’ve been writing almost every night for about a year.

So now that I don’t have a deadline or a book that’s almost done, I almost don’t know what to do with myself. I should catch up on my sleep. I should play video games. But it’s been three days and I miss writing.

Writing is a comfort. Writing is like a close friend. My characters live in my head while I work and that’s reassuring. So now, there’s a bit of a letdown.

I’m starting to work on the zombie steampunk book, Empire of the Undead, but I need to make some major changes in editing and I just haven’t quite gotten my head around them yet.

So, for now, I stay up late, watch Netflix, and try to get a few words a night down in bits and bytes in the computer. Half of these words are probably crap. That’s how it goes at this early stage of editing. But that’s ok. You keep your writing muscles in shape by using them, even if your form isn’t always perfect.

Still, tonight there will be some video games. I guarantee that.

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