I’ve been plugging away at a story idea that I don’t think is very good. I don’t think it’s very bad, but I decided I wasn’t going to wait for the very good to try and write. I decided I would pick an idea and just get to it.

I’ve read quite a number of books this year. 36 to be exact. And in the last few years I’ve been reading a lot more. And some of the books I read were really good. And some were mediocre. And there were even some that were not good. And I am not saying I want to write bad, but I don’t feel like I need to wait until I write like Edith Wharton or Brandon Taylor before I begin. With that logic I will never begin.

So I stead I’ve started. For a long time I felt like I needed to write so much about my own life. But this time I’m really going back to what I enjoyed when I was young. In high school and middle school I wrote a lot of fantasy. So I’ve abandoned my memoir writing, my contemporary fiction ideas, and embraced writing about fantasy again. In some ways, it can be easier to leave the ideas of the real world behind and choose to focus on the magical and the fantastical.