Wednesday, January 21, 2015

BANGING MY HEAD AGAINST SO MANY WALLS

I've been going through a rough patch for a few months now. My dad's passing hit me harder than I'd expected, even though I knew it was coming. I did five conventions in six weeks. Then there were a bunch of household problems, some sort of mutant cold/flu/virus that's still working its mojo on me and a overwhelming sense of frustration.

I have never lost my passion for writing, but I couldn't connect with the passion in the way that would have allowed me to write. During the darkest of these times - and they did get pretty dark - I actually considered retiring to a life of garage and online sales. I'm 63 years old. People retire around the age or even younger. But...

There are deadlines to be met this week and they are a powerful motivating factor. I'm putting my head down in my usual bull-like fashion to charge forward and meet them. That's probably the best medicine I could have for my "condition." 

I won't be answering the phone for the next several days. I'll be slow on responding to e-mail and online messages. But I'm in this to win this.

Full-scale blogging will resume after I earn my victory lap. See you soon.

Tony



5 comments:

  1. Good luck. Best thoughts! We'll all be here when you get back to blogging.

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  2. Five conventions in sex weeks? Either that was a Freudian slip or there was some very interesting cosplay going on.

    Hope you feel better, Tony.

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  3. Hope you'll be feeling better both emotionally and physically pretty soon. Just know that your friends are wishing you well.

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  4. The "sex weeks" typo has been corrected, but I want to thank all of you for showing either admiration or concern.

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  5. Don't stop writing, Tony. Unless or until you actually want to stop writing, something I can't see happening. I wasn't able to write for several years — at one point, a loved one said to and about me, nonchalantly, that I "used to be a writer"; she didn't mean it in any kind of judgmental way, simply matter-of-factly, but it just about killed me. I don't think writers every stop being writers, even if they're not able to write for a spell.

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