Have not been posting as much as I've meant to. This is entirely due to the fact that I can't write a novel and anything else at the same time. I have tried. I admire those that blog and build their 'platform' - which is so key to what indie authors need to do these days - and I admire the hell out of authors who can produce quality material at a decent pace, since that's also apparently something we need to do.
In just about every other aspect of my life, I can multi-task like no one's business. Not when it comes to writing. I have to focus on what I'm working on to the point that I can't really see what's in front of me. And that's really the problem. I've talked quite a bit before about my struggles with the Big Damn Epic. Over the last several years, it has taken this strange place in my life. The elephant in the room. The monkey on my back. Alternately it feels like I'm turning into Axl Rose, and this is 'Chinese Democracy,' or I'm Brian Wilson, and in my head at least, this is 'Smile.' Either way, I feel a bit cracked. And clearly delusional. And lost.