I’m fucking blossoming, ya’ll.
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In my experience, people will give you the space that you ask for. You just have to make your priorities clear. If they get butthurt, that’s just them putting their need to shoot the shit over your need to get work done. Recognize that disrespect for what it is, ignore them, and move on.
At this point, it should go without saying: you have to make your writing a priority. No one else will if you don’t.
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Urban fantasy focuses more on plot and thrill mixed with overt magic, paranormal fiction often includes subtler influences like ghosts and possessions, and paranormal romance is a beast with many backs that doesn’t have a story at all without the romance.
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They will need a tool after this fight! The Green Knight bellows. The Red Knight rolls his eyes. You are always yelling and complaining about something. The Green Knight says – louder than before - Not every villager will always have their staff! This axe is not just to fight the Coronavirus Bear. It’s to fight everything from the gremlins of common colds to the Wraith of Cancer. They won’t need to wield it every day, but when the time comes it will be there.
But how much will it cost? The Red Knight asks slyly. From beyond, the Blue Knight chimes in, Yes I think it’s something to consider. How can we afford to give an axe to all the villagers? We should focus on this now and one day, down the line, you know, make a push for it. In moderation.
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I think of Thoreau and his beans. Our garden has done well this year, the best that it ever has in the five years that I’ve attempted it. As of writing this, I’ve harvested roughly 25 pounds of tomatoes, one pound of bush beans, three pounds of cucumbers, three yellow squash, some undersized strawberries and a good handful of a variety of peppers. I have five chickens now. I have a fermentation station. When I am in the garden, I am not my job. I am not how much money I have in the bank. I am not my fucking khakis.
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