Gathering Moss | Lies by David T. Shank
Confession time: I still haven't written a word of fiction since finishing the third draft of my manuscript and sending it to a few people to get their impressions. I'm sure I could tell you exactly how many months it's been, but I think that would just make me sad. That's not to say I haven't done any writing. I've gone through most of my old chapters on a project I picked back up recently and updated them because I don't feel like I can keep writing it without remembering all the work those early chapters need… Especially the ones that need complete rewrites. Man this is going to be a lot of work. I wish I could say there's a legitimate reason for this besides "laziness." But even that doesn't cut it. I'm easily distracted by shiny objects. Plus, I have a list of priorities. My health is right there at the top, followed by school, then work, and somewhere a little past that is writing, because writing doesn't keep me alive or pay the bills. Well here's the issue with that chain of