After college, the whole writing thing lost some of its luster amid the heady glamor of "real life." Which is only to say that, as easy as it is to avoid writing when you do have a lot of free time, it can actually be easier to avoid writing when you don't have a lot of free time. This isn't true for everyone, but it certainly was for me, and the year after I graduated was spent, more or less, as far away as possible from creating fiction.
Somewhere along the line, though - not too long after a 2-year relationship stopped consuming my life - I got bored. As many of you out there know, real life can be pretty effing boring, and we all have to find various ways to combat that boredom. TV, video games, and binge-eating can only do so much, and I decided that writing might amuse me for a bit. I wasn't ready to get back to the novel, so I started up one of them there blog things, and surprise of surprises, I remembered that I actually enjoy putting words on paper (or paper's virtual facsimile) every now and again.
It was also round about this time that I decided I would at some point have to either put some real concerted effort into my writing, or relegate it to hobbyhood for, if not the rest of my life, at least the forseeable future. And so came the fateful decision to go to grad school.
Hey, remember when the point of this was that I would be writing about writing a novel?
Next time...the book is back! Like this guy, only not.
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