I’ve been doing a lot of writing this summer: I’m approaching 50,000 words of my novel, have had pieces accepted for three online magazines, and wrote this little thing about my sexuality yesterday that got more views by itself than the rest of this entire blog in the last six days. But all of these things are disconnected from each other, and rather than encourage me to write more, are actually discouraging.
Take the journalism stuff, for instance; I wrote one article about the Straight Edge movement, something that’s very important to me personally, but it’ll be published on a magazine’s site, rather than being stuck on here. Similarly, I’ve written about Mass Effect and sporting corruption for other sites, things that wouldn’t look out of place in the random, stream of consciousness-like archives on this blog. Equally, I was going to write a review of InFamous: Second Son and stick it on here, rather than put it on The News Hub, which may have a more specialised gaming audience.
Working on my novel has also been a problem regarding blogging output; my writing blog has been on hiatus for months now, not because I’m not writing, but because I’m working towards a large, unpublished project, rather than a series of small projects that will be published regularly and individually.
I know that I’m not sitting on my arse doing nothing, but I have little of value, or indeed anything, to show for my work (the novel is unfinished, a lot of these magazines’ sites aren’t active yet), which knocks the confidence a bit. So I’m sorry if I’m writing a lot of shit, or apparently little at all, but you’ll just have to bear with me a bit.