Why successfully complete one project when you can fail to make progress on half a dozen bad ideas that should never have left the concept phase let alone had real time and monopoly money thrown at them?
I wrote a novel once, a couple years ago and knew immediately it was crap. I’m not much of a writer but I’m pretty certain I know crap when I read it, and this was it, and thus I decided it was not worth unleashing on the unsuspecting public (as if such a thing exists). Well, it’s back on my mind and thanks to the concept of PoD publishing I may just unleash it upon that very suspicious public after all. Not that the public, paranoid or otherwise, will take any notice of it regardless of the instrument used to shovel it.
Dark Purple UFOs? Oh yeah, that project, well, perhaps it will come back in about a year as my sole reason for being on this blue green and rusting Earth. Or not. Or, and this seems to be gaining momentum to be the odds on favorite, it will be the central concept of the sequel to the book that should not be read.
Then again, I have not decided to publish my first novel yet, merely toying with the idea. In fact I have enlisted some help to read it and then beat some sense into me by way of brutally harsh criticism and unflattering name calling. I expect this latter bit of feedback to come with the realization they were duped into wasting hours of their lives on tediously dull strings of words masquerading as a coherent and entertaining storytelling.
Clearly, my only objective in my creative life is to never actually finish or accomplish anything. Better to continually make and update and modify promises of potential projects and stories and generally worthless content than to actually produce something not worth a damn.
Is this what its like for every artist/writer/crazy person out there? Does sniffing paint thinner help?
Coming soon, the promise that I will publish a humorous science fiction novel, followed by slight modifications to this promise and ultimately another post just like this one hinting at the next unfulfilled promise of a project no one will ever see or have the chance to being to care about. Time for my medication. I might not write another entry for a while because ever since my last little “episode” they prefer not to let me out of my straight jacket as often. Perhaps I can learn to type with my nose…………

Here’s a lovely Red Dragon design.

