Hey folks! I'm back from my Puppet show tour! Whew! Finally finished.

I'm happy to report that while I was out on tour I wrote quite a few pages of my "Tolkien rip-off" story (see June 7 and June 18, 2009 entries for more information). This is a big deal to me. It's a story I've been working on for years, and it shows no sign of speeding up. So when I can actually get a measurable amount of work done on it, however small, I'm happy.

But I'm torn. I don't feel like I'm ready to write this particular story. I feel like there's so much I need to learn about the world and myself, so many other stories and attempted flights of fancy, ambitious trials and flaming errors, before I can even think of committing this one to paper. But the thing is it's the only one I really care about writing. I abandoned my SATCo project this summer because I just wasn't getting excited about it, and I am for this other one.

I see this Faerie Tale as one of two things: this story is either the one I was called to do, the one to which all other stories I write are stepping stones, the one I was born to write; OR this is the story I need to get out of my system, regardless of how good or bad it is, before I can actually go on to have a fruitful career as a writer. Who knows? Either way, it haunts me, no matter what I do.