So, today is the first of March? What happened to February? And wasn’t it Christmas the other week?
This year is flying by. Maybe I was just keeping closer track of last year with the schedule I had set for the Teratogenesis updates. Maybe it’s all an elaborate joke and everyone is moving the clocks back a minute at midnight every night.
“Escalation” was to be my watch word this year, but I suspect “consolidation” might be closer to the mark. The Wicked Steeple, the latest, first and only new short story this year, has taken me two months to write. Or one sixth of the entire time I’ve spent so far on Teratogenesis.
It’s taken almost exactly two months, because it’s based on a nightmare I had in the early hours of New Year’s Day. This is third longest writing period I’ve ever spent and actually finished the piece. The other two were my final project for university (six months) and Teratogenesis (a year.)
Why has it taken two months? I’ve been distracted by Twin Peaks, the cat and conquering aliens (on the computer.) I need to step up the pace. But in the meantime, I’ll be reorganising and redrafting the other short stories on Scribd and looking at MobiPocket editions.