Šumma awīlum marrūtim īriš-ma itêšu ubbiršu
awīlum ša marrūtim īrišu iddâk u itêšu marrūtīšu akkal.
I’ve known I’ve needed to post an update for the past few weeks, but I’ve put it off repeatedly. Why? After a prolific year and a half, I’ve fallen into a habit of un-productivity; I just haven’t been able to focus on writing for the past few months.
It long ago became cliche to attribute annus horribilis status to 2020. And that might be a part of what ails, even though it feels particularly ungrateful to complain about it. Unlike many of my fellow Americans, I continue to have a decent, rewarding job, my family and close friends are all healthy and (thus far) Corona-free, and I somehow managed to stay sanguine even as the US political system suffered spasms of disfunction and disorder.
The short of it is that I’m doing fine, but I haven’t made much progress on anything I feel comfortable publishing at this time. And in a way, that’s all right as well; I write because I enjoy it, not because I have to.
In the coming weeks, I’m hoping to reassess the myriad half-finished Scrivner documents I currently have active. Who knows, maybe I’ll be in a place to announce something soon?