Writing is all about habit. I recently moved house and with the move I somehow left my old writing habits behind. Or so it seems. The fact is I’ve had two non-fiction book assignments in a row and my true love has had to wait. My house didn’t come with a writing nook. It was a tough market this year and finding some kind of suitable domicile before my apartment lease was up proved a trick for which I wasn’t prepared. I thought there would be lots of choices, but instead it was catch as catch can. Writing nooks weren’t in this year. Still, my usual chair was still available and I settled in to try my morning writing. I had a story accepted for publication—the first time in over a year—and I realized that what I was missing was the drawing in of new material. I need to see how other people live. There’s a bar within walking distance. A trendy one that serves only local brews. There I noticed the beard was back. I have an old-growth beard myself
Blog of a struggling writer.