Six months of madness

I almost can’t believe that I last wrote here in late September. Every effort I make to post more here turns into something else. Well, no more resolutions there— in any case, I had important things calling me away from blogging for these past six or more months.

Some of the important things have been less than welcome. Throughout September and into probably February, I was locked in battle with one of the worst anxiety peaks I’ve yet known. I might directly process this through writing at some point, but if not, I’m sure the fruits of that struggle will manifest beneath the surface of something else. It was a very rough time. This space lost my attention. Now, of course, since the start of March I have been coping with my own iteration of covid disruptions. I am healthy, relatively safe, and not seeing many people, but the latter is the problem. This is another thing I might directly write about— both my isolation and the troubling relationship between covid and ecocrisis. I’m waiting to see how long certain changes last, though.

Despite all of the above, I’ve been able to make plenty of progress with more writing preparations for Armes Prydein. Thank hell. I’ve still wound up a little behind schedule, but not so much that I feel useless. We’re into the very home stretch on laying out all the story pieces. My new estimated timeline is that I might be properly drafting some chapters come June; then I’d still like the first draft to finish before May 2022. It might be possible, and all-remote work is helping with that. The silver lining. My husband remains vital to this process in more ways than one, too, and sometime I should probably post about what’s going on there.

In the interim, I’m once again reflecting on things I may not actually deliver on, but are worth jotting down here.

  • I am not retiring this blog, but because of how infrequently I’ve posted here, let alone done anything on social media as my professional persona, I’d like to reassess where/how/why I maintain an online writerly presence. Who’s really paying attention, for example? I know it’s not that many people. These considerations are going to go hand in hand with some realignment (eventually) around how much time, energy, and know-how I have for self-promotion and cold pitching, compared with what the contemporary publishing industry expects.
  • Ironically, perhaps: no promises, but maybe watch this space for news in the next few months, or year, or who knows, about some developments that might change up where I’m self-publishing and how much spread it gets. That’s all I can say for now; I have irons in multiple fires on this front.
  • Covid gave me an idea for a short story. What a surprise. And knowing me, it won’t really stay short. But I’m devilishly excited about it— emphasis on devilish.

Stay alive, and take care of your mental health, not just your physical health.

Llywelyn Jones

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