I don’t have time.
I always have all these great creative ideas, and I don’t have time to work on all of them.
I wrote a novel off and on from 2014-18, more off than on, and it still feels like it isn’t quite finished, like there’s one part that needs to be rewritten. I started a second blog recently. I have another fictional universe I’ve done things with in various forms for over a quarter-century. And I feel like I can’t really commit to any of them.
But that’s okay. All of these projects are just for fun, and I shouldn’t stress about them. I’m not trying to make a living out of any of these creative projects. I have a real job that takes a lot of my time. But this is also the kind of real job that periodically gives me time off when I can concentrate on things like this.
So I’m just not going to worry about it. I’ll write what I can, when I can. Even if no one reads it. Because maybe when I’m an old man, I’ll look at some of my old writing that I haven’t read in decades, and I’ll get a good laugh out of it. (That actually happened recently with some poems I wrote in my late teens that have followed me from hard drive to hard drive on five different computers.)
And if any of you don’t know about my other projects and are curious, let me know. I’ll either share it, or maybe I’ll kindly thank you and explain why I’m not comfortable sharing everything with everyone.