I gotcher "writerly" right here

So the blog hasn't had any writerly ramblings since August. What are you gonna do about it? I said there would be random rants, didn't I? Do you want the damn fork? DO YOU??

All right then. So I seem to have this pattern...I can write from May through August. If I'm "in the zone" (Jesus Christ on a crumpet, I hate that phrase), I can write like a demon, day and night...and then the light changes, and I got nuthin'. How lame is that? (Am I the only one who sees that? That the light changes, somewhere around the last two weeks of August, drastically, dramatically, from bright, summer white to the weak, tired bisque of autumn? Is it just here, in the Bay Area? I can't remember anymore. Tucson is twelve-hundred miles and a million years from town.) (And while we're on parentheses, I overuse them, apparently. Like adverbs.)

My point is, here it is, the last day of the year, and I'm getting older by the second. I'm unhappy and filled with anxiety all the time, with a new psychosomatic illness every week. And I know that in large part it is my inability to write that is making me feel this way. So I'm going to force myself to write, and to write something that is not set in the world of Anamnesis, because thinking about Anamnesis thrusts me down into the Slough of Despond. (And I'm going to start all of my sentences with "and" and "so" and use tons of parentheses, just to bug you.)

And so (ha!) here are my nebulous ideas for the The Next Book™:

Setting: I dunno. Probably not the Real World, but a magical realism setting is an option.

Protagonist: Some guy named Byron, or something like Byron, an antihero. He is a demon, of sorts, who performs cheap/fake magic tricks, perhaps a traveling "fool," and a thief. (He is not a Scarlet Pimpernel, a Nightrunner, or a Malcolm Reynolds, but a geniune, amoral thief; there is, however, an episode of Firefly that inspired this proto-character: "The Message.")

When you can't run anymore, you crawl, and when you can't do that...well, if you're a Flan, you know the rest.

And that's it for now. At least it's something.