It’s been hard mustering the energy to be creative lately. I’ve been very preoccupied with survival. Immediate and long-term. It seems living off my imagination and creative works will not be possible. With that looming over head, the will to create, or more accurately the push to actually do it, is left out. Life is oppressive and uncreative.
In a bid to at least do something, I’ve started my own initial proof read of the next Necroterran Tapestry book. I’ve made it half way. Once done, it will be checked again by a native speaker and then put in production, assuming all the other elements, notes and images, are done ass well. It was already written before Ashen Winter came out, but my lack of success forced me to abandon the writing career like so many before me, and it is only recently that I’ve come to remember how near completion it really is.
The fourth book, however, I fear might never be written. But, who knows? Perhaps, somewhere way off in time, it will be completed more in the manner of the first; composed of a myriad of fragments, clips and short stories written over decades (or decade, in the case of Vermilion Fall).