I've missed some oppurtunities lately. I could have posted on March's entry as a lamb, I could have posted about St. Patrick's Day, the first day of Spring and other things.
I have my reasons/excuses. I wanted to keep the Nightmares posts the most recent, my St. Patrick's Day jokes were not up to par (horrible really) and I've been so busy. But they were all excuses.
I'm floundering. I really don't know which way to turn, what way to go. The things I think I want to do make me feel guilty.
I had had a poll a while back in which I asked what you want. The results were from a small sample and what they gave, what you wanted is not necessarily what I want to write about, or am able to write about. On the other hand, I've been reading about blogging and what they say I should write about, and how to do it, I don't know if I can.
I've tried loging my bike commutes, a topic I know the web is bereft of for content. I got virtually no response, no traffic. Maybe I'm just not good at that sort of thing.
What I want to do is produce fiction, create worlds, breathe life into characters. All I seem to do in that regard is garbage that no one seems to want to read.
I want to write SciFi, but I seem to lose myself in the research. I find it easiest to write horror and fantasy, but I want to write and to promote what I think should be out there to read in a Space Opera bent, with real science.
Maybe I should let horror and fantasy be my ramp to get me up and running, but I'm frustrated that I can't seem to make the leap to really really good SF.
Mostly I suppose, I just have to avoid avoiding. Keep my fingers moving and let it flow.