I love writing, but it’s been difficult to keep the discipline or momentum of it to any degree. Partly it’s been the demands of working, partly the distraction of games and artwork, but mostly it’s been the roiling storm of rabid brain weasels that scamper and claw round and round the inside of my brainpan when I try to pin down stories on the page.
But even so, I’m persevering in the attempt. I’ve been using an online plain text editor with cloud storage: typwrittr.com to tease out fragments without the need to install software or keep saving drafts all over the place, and slowly today I found the beginnings of a short story start to cohere.
The brain weasels are still scrabbling behind my eyes, but I’m determined to wrestle the stories back off them.