As for BLITEOTW, it was a lot of fun once I finally got myself into the place where it was easy for me to write. I struggled getting into it for four hours Tuesday night (after my first trip to the dentist this week), and I probably rejected three or four different posts before I finally said fuck it and started something (anything). The journey of a million miles starts with a single cliché, after all.
God knows I drove Ivy nuts about it, and she got the least of my displeasure with myself and what I pompously call my work. When it’s something I think people will actually read (unlike a blog post), I’m NEVER satisfied with it. I don’t know anyone who writes (and I know more than a few published authors, and even more unpublished hobbyists) who can ever look at something they did and like it, because they can always see where something should be changed (no matter how many revisions the piece has gone through).
I loathe everything I’ve ever written, but the slow and steady trickle of praise and compliments has made the whole torturous exercise worthwhile. Thank you all for reading. I really appreciate it. I write for me, but I publish for you.
Until next zombie outbreak, I’ll be playing Endless Zombie Rampage.