I'm a novelist. I write. Supposedly. I have science fiction and fantasy books in print to prove it.

But I hit a wall a while ago and haven't gotten on with the show for some years.  My books are no longer new news. My career is past languishing and in need of CPR. 

My mission, should I choose to accept it, is to re-construct myself and my life as not only a writer, but a raving full-blown FULL-TIME novelist, living the ~successful~ creative life I want to have, and have experienced bits of before. 

How to get there from here. That's why I'm *freakin'*.  Plus the fact I just commited to a delivery deadline for a book (under contract) that is long, long, overdue. Publisher doesn't care anymore why it's so late; they just want to receive the frakkin book. I finally threw down and said they'd have it by 12/1. 

So, naturally, I just left a world-class city where I mostly lived for the last 13 years, to hole up in a long-term (and I do mean long-term) writer's retreat Somewhere Else. I'm here not just for this 1 book, but for the one after (also sold), and whatever else I work on after that. 

No distractions, yes? Except for the world on my desktop, courtesy of the net.  And folks like you.

So this is my excursion. Surely I'm not the only one writhing on the horns of various creative/lifestyle/career/focus dilemmas. Or maybe, what the hell, I AM the only one going through this right now. Guess I'll find out.  At any rate, I felt the need for someplace to vent and share the process (hopefully more process than melt-downs, but no guarantees) - and get some useful feedback. Or not. Maybe I'm just screaming into cyberspace cuz it's therapeutic. Who knows.

My world, and welcome to it. 

And yes, I look exactly like my Second Life avatar, which is my user pic here. 

And now I will sell you a bridge in Brooklyn....

~Wylde~