I am currently working on one of my larger attempts at greatness: a short story with the working title The Difference Between Landmines and Time Bombs. Don't get excited, it's a far cry from a war story.
It's going well, to say the least. I've really stepped up the writing, and it's some of the best material I've put out in a long while (I probably shouldn't mention it's some of the only material I've put out in a long while.)
I'm just getting really impatient with it. Any short story I've written prior to this has not exceeded four pages (typed.) Landmines and Time Bombs, I feel, is going to take months to work itself out of me -- it may become twenty plus pages -- and I'm just afraid of losing motivation along the way. Or afraid of not having enough time for it. I want to make writing a big part of my life, but right now so many other things are getting in the way...
In other news, I've also started on a sequel to Jesus Was Gother Than You. Ha.
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