I've decided that my return to fiction-writing is long overdue. Although I certainly don't have the time to do more work (especially work that isn't really going to help my scholarly career), I have story ideas that have been bursting in my head, and I need to get them out. First off, I have a short story about a manic rest area attendant, and then I start work on a novel loosely based on my Minnesota trip of a few summers ago. I also have thoughts of a fictional biography of a rock star and a novel about grad students surrounded by zombies, but they are both in the future.
I tried to become a fiction writer before, but right out of high school, I just didn't find my own life that interesting or remarkable...and I didn't feel I knew people well enough to successfully comment or understand the lives of others. Maturity has helped a lot in this regard.
Why am I telling y'all this and thus risking ridicule in case this new push fails? Because it's possible that this burst of activity might influence my blog...although I have no idea how. If the fiction ever does see the light of day, you might have to start looking on this blog as at least in part research notes.
I will, however, never stop blogging. As I have wrote, I have also noticed my sanity increase. And I am thankful for all of you who read...it's nice to be able to keep in touch in some way.