... he said, looking around a little furtively. What's going on with me?
Well, the mask fiction - indeed, the prose fiction - is a little light, right now. As I said in the previous post, I've been concentrating on 'other' writing recently. I've finished another play recently (Yaaayyyy!!) which is going to require a lot of polish to get to a performance level. At the same time, in conjunction with the actors I worked with for the reading of the first play, we've decided to stage it next year at a fringe festival here - so that is now taking up a certain amount of time too, with new drafts and revisions and discussions about all sorts of stuff.
The interesting - well, to me - side effect of all this is that the moment this stuff takes off, my urge to write mask fiction diminishes. No prizes for guessing the two are sort of interconnected. The better I feel about me, as a person and as a writer, the less I feel the need to write fiction that frankly, doesn't do much for making me feel recognised and validated. (Perhaps now you can see why I value your comments so much.)
So, that's why the fiction you're used to seeing here has pretty much dried up. I don't have enough time to sustain two writing 'careers'. However... before you write me off, here's the good news. I'm smart enough to know this doesn't mean I'm quitting. Hell, I drafted this post once before, and something about writing it made me go scribble down 1,600 words of Spider-Girl issue 14, so I still like doing it. I'll just be doing it a lot slower. Make sense?
Anyway, my sustained mask fiction burst at the beginning of this year had a lot to do with getting my other writing going, so much as you might hate it, dear reader, you had something to do with this situation. Which I won't forget... and I thank you for.
Okay, back to writing... of all kinds.