That Went Well

Not only was I not able to keep up a daily schedule, I stopped blogging for a month and a half, with a couple of relapses. It’s more complicated than the above makes it sound, but it’s also true that I had an ADHD moment. (ADHD people often have no conception of time, so sure, a month and a half can be a “moment” from my perspective!)

Part of what I did was turn my attention to the film festival I program for. I needed to commit to that as a project, and I dithered about it, as I am wont to do, because I felt like it was keeping me from my writing, and that my writing was keeping me from doing my job for the film festival as well as I should have.

But I’ve figured out this compromise, and I think it will work. I am going to put all of my creative energy into taking this memoir as close to a complete first draft as I can this spring, and then I will channel that energy into the film festival,

I am about to commit to a project that will make it impractical to blog on anything like a daily basis. I’ve got about 30,000 words of memoir done, I think I need 40,000 more. That’s what I’m going to be concentrating on until the first of July, when Wicked Queer starts up again.

I will try to post a couple of times during the next three months, but most of my writing time this spring will be spent on something you can’t see yet, sorry.