If you have read this, then you may understand why I’m abandoning poor Butterloins in the snow, just as he was on to something. Littlejohn too. Whatever the good doctor is up to inside that vile place, I don’t think we shall soon find out. I do hate to leave them like this. But something else has come up.
Looking back over Rothchild’s Parlor, I see improvement. Some of the recent posts were the easiest to write, and favorites of mine. This is encouraging, because sitting down to write them was beginning to feel like a chore. I know that seems contradictory, but it’s the routine that moves things forward, the desire that fuels it, and the output that justifies it. Thanks to RP, I feel I’m back into a regular routine, and the output justifies it, if I may say so myself. What’s missing is the desire. And desire will boost both the routine and the output. Which means wins all around.
I’ve found the desire in something else. Something bigger I want to sink my teeth into. One of the book ideas that has been half-baked in my head for a long time finally dinged, quite unexpectedly, fully baked. Story arc, character arc, everything – all coming together in a nice symmetry. All in a moment. It gave me goosebumps.
So I’m off to make that my priority, in what little spare time I have. Between the wife who is in school, the toddlers who are not, the day job, and the dumb ass dog who shits under my kitchen table, I won’t have time for Rothchild and company. On their behalf, I must say that’s all folks, at least for now. You all are writers. I trust you’ll understand.