It's just Sunday, May 15th.

I spent half the weekend out watching movies with friends and family, the other half in isolation working on my novel.  Amanda Hocking has seriously infected my brain with ideas of potential career-beginning avenues of self-publishing to pursue.  Today I worked on my novel for most of the day in between doing laundry and eating.  I've had a terrible bout of analysis paralysis lately, and over thinking had me wondering if even the ideas I had been excited about in the past few weeks were even worth writing about at all.  I tried the difficult task of beginning the novel at the beginning, and when that didn't work I started from a point shortly after the beginning that was fun to write.  It turned the entire experience around, making it feel easy and fun rather than laborious and tedious.

I didn't write much, but the entire time I felt like I was on a roll, and I left off at a point that again feels easy to pick up and continue rocking with tomorrow when I return to it.  It's an important energy to have when you actually want to go back to the work involved in a project because you're genuinely excited about exploring the story, as though reading it the first time yourself.  As summer gets going there will be a lot of big changes, mainly in the next two months.  I'm not entirely certain how it will all work out but I'm optimistic that it will bring about a change that was necessary and will help to put a close on a chapter of my life life that has needed to end for some time.

Oh, and the photo I uploaded.  That's a paintball gun.  I don't take a lot of pictures of myself so that was one of the first I found.  That image embodies my need for a polemical force in my life.  Or something like that.

So, that's one day of some solid writing down.  More soon...