I put issue #4 of Redstone SF up last week. It was exhausting. School started the first week of August and I have simply been hanging on. But, I’ve done a better job teaching this year, largely because I’m not coaching. I am announcing the games on radio again, which I really enjoy.
I thought a lot today about why I started RSF – to become more familiar with and learn about the field, to create a quality site in, up until recently, a field where there were very few, AND to write and publish more, based on this greater understanding and exposure. The first two have gone incredibly well. Number 3 has been abysmal. Am I a writer? Barely. Can I be a successful writer? I think so. I’ve learned so much about stories, in part, sadly, from seeing so many pedestrian ones. But none of that matters if I don’t make time to write. Sounds like a broken record.
Car repairs. Home repairs. Pasture to mow. Classes to teach. Papers to grade. Games to announce. Magazine to obsess over. Slushpile to read. Decluttering to do. Meals to cook. Clothes to wash. Miles to walk. Either you make time to write despite all these things or you don’t. If I don’t, I may be a lot of things, but I won’t be a writer. We’ll see.
