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Writing with no context, isn’t it glorious?

I’ve been posting a lot, like, on the daily, which is possibly more than I’ve posted ever in my life, even at the peak of my blogging days way back when I had my Theos Project blog. It’s becoming something of a blogging blitzkrieg, which is kind of surprising, frankly, since I’d thought I’d kind of given up on blogging.

So, why this blizzard of blog posts?

I’m not entirely sure, but I will say that after slaving away on a few book projects for the last several years, it feels good to write posts that totally have no context whatsoever. When working on a book length project, particularly a novel, each individual part needs to make sense in lieu of the whole, you can’t lose sight of the forest for the trees — but speaking frankly here, trying to keep my eye on all of the trees at the same time is driving me bat shit crazy.

So, I’ve been blogging, and to write a post and click “post,” with like completely zero thought to the greater context of any other writing, dude, let me tell you, that kind of feels like a small piece of heaven right now, being toward the latter stages of my novel, which is coming along quite well, actually. It’s just a lot of work to write a book, and to actually be proud of what you’ve done. It’s a lot of moving parts. A blog post, by contrast, is just sort of a one-off deal, sort of “wham, bam, thank you, man.” And for the moment, that feels like a good way to do a little writing.

 

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Writer. In the summers, I live and work in the incredible state of Alaska, in the bush community of McCarthy, as the Executive Director of the Wrangell Mountain Center. When not in McCarthy, you'll typically find me in the Santa Cruz Mountains of California, writing and working with local activists. My primary writing project right now is a novel set in remote bush Alaska, of the magical realism genre wherein an earnest and independent young woman finds a mysterious radio belonging to her grandmother, a device that has paranormal bandwidth and a disturbing ability to mess with one's mental stability.

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