I have written extensively for the last fifteen years and am currently working on my second book. I think I’ve mentioned that elsewhere – see I can do self promotion too, mum! As a side project I am working with a friend on an RPG game system that I’m almost certain will work.
The one thing I often find myself not asking is, why? Why the hell do I excoriate my soul in the writing process – something with has given me no end of grief and frustration. I don’t like writing, its just something I seem compelled to do, like picking a scab or chronically masturbating.