I'm back, by prodding myself to shape up.
I've been doing stuff in a daze. Much of the time, I don't remember what I've been doing with my life. I go through workdays like a zombie, waking up only when I get home. I don't know if I've done something worthwhile during the time that I'm in worker trance.
I constantly need to snap myself out of it. I set aside time each day to write something in my phone notes or pieces of paper. I form the "art" version of it when I get home.
It's getting harder and harder to find people to critique my work. I find myself having to submit work that I've self-edited. It's hard. I think it's not a good way to go about writing and publishing.
I'm fortunate to have received acceptance letters from Silver Blade and Strange Horizons.
Upcoming are these titles:
"Tire under the bridge" - November 2015, Silver Blade
"Exchange" - TBA, Strange Horizons
I'll keep pushing. I'll keep making art.
If I become a zombie, I'll still try to write even if it's just grarrr grarrr I get down on the page.