As an aspiring fiction writer, all my plans are — by definition — aspirational.
They’re good ideas until they’re swatted away by something else.
About a year ago, I set aside fiction for non-fiction.
And.
Well.
The money is there, so I’m doing it again.
The complication in all of this is the “Day Job.”
Since I’m a part-time writer, I’m tightly constrained. (And I have nothing but respect for writers balancing children, parents, day jobs, and a pandemic.)
So. I’ll slow down The Forge until the non-fiction is done.