Creatively

I write. Urban and other-world fantasy. Intensely – obsessively, in fact, when I’m not going through one of my deeper depressive episodes.

I might spend a week scribbling down a hundred pages longhand (more likely to do it on desktop or netbook, these days, though!) to experiment with an idea, and have an incredible creative high while I do, and then abandon it without hesitation if I can’t see any potential in it.

I might choose one to spend more time on some, which are currently at http://prysmatic.com/write

Or I might write about something in my world, the one that was never intended to get into print, the one where I write hundreds of thousands of words just for the entertainment of myself and a couple of other people, or to toy with a new concept and look at it from different angles, or keep my skills active when I have nothing more “serious” I feel like working on.

Luckily, Sean being the artistic type, he understands and doesn’t get jealous about the amount of time I spend writing.

When I feel creative and I’m not writing for some reason, I do have other things to do.  Hand-made cat toys that I designed seem to go over well with friends and their cats.  I indulge in a bit of web design, or work on my in-progress personal set of “Tarot” cards, or play with yarn and beads and embroidery thread and whatever else comes to hand, usually in odd ways — like making myself a very primitive frame loom to get the feel for it for a story.  This ‘n’ that.