Existential despair, I am in you
Mar. 27th, 2015 10:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceThe trouble with announcing a new sale, especially within the Mars Imperial sequence, is that all the cheerful chattery that ensues here and on Facebook and no doubt on Twitter when I remember to drop word there as well, all the mention of other stories only waiting to be written - T E Lawrence on Mars! Raffles on Mars! Peter Wimsey on Mars! The YA novel! - just serves to remind me that I have barely broken the ground to dig the first foundation of the edifice this could be. And that I write more slowly than ever I did, and age more quickly too.
I am neither impatient nor lazy, but damn, I wish I were further along than this. Job 19:23, people: aka the Writer's Lament. "Oh that my words were now written! oh that they were printed in a book!"
It is the motto of my life. I should probably wear it as a tattoo. Or at least have it on a coffee mug.
I am neither impatient nor lazy, but damn, I wish I were further along than this. Job 19:23, people: aka the Writer's Lament. "Oh that my words were now written! oh that they were printed in a book!"
It is the motto of my life. I should probably wear it as a tattoo. Or at least have it on a coffee mug.