It’s been a minute since I’ve blogged, and to be honest, I haven’t been writing much lately, either. Imposter syndrome has taken over and I’m convinced that everything I’ve ever written is junk. Asking myself if I should write some other kind of book, something that would at least try to be more commercially acceptable; there’s still a part of me that wants to see my books on the shelf at the local bookstore. I even created an outline for a story–it was an interesting outline, but not a very riveting story. Meanwhile, I’ve been dealing with a less-than-savory day job, one that could have been wonderful if not for the toxic culture. It took up all my energy and put me into a depressed funk where all my creativity withered.

So–to today. I left that dreadful work environment and have been resting and relaxing for a few weeks (well, trying to, anyway), focusing on a healthier me, working on the sequel to Kandinsky. I’ll keep you updated on my progress.