I'm constantly amazed by how much not-writing this writing gig requires. On the one hand, it's kinda frustrating. I want to write! I already feel like i have dozens of stories all clawing their way through my brain, demanding to be released. As it stands, my work is a slow valve-release of pressure, a constant hum of brain-steam that ends up (through copious refinement) as a finished story. But in order to do that, I have to do all this other stuff (website creation, crafting my Patreon, learning how to self-publish, and so on) such that I can actually spend the time I need to transfer brain-steam to paper.
But, by the same token, I really do love to write. So if I have to jump through a few more hoops to let me be better at it, to let a wider audience become familiar with my work, then so be it. I dabbled in HTML back in the early '00s, so what the hey. Apparently it's the key to making sure my ebooks look as professional as possible, and that's really the goal at this stage.
We'll get there, dear readers (and future readers!). We'll get there.
In other news: I'm working on a neat little short story called "Black Box" (for now). It's a story about a small bridge crew on a crippled starship in complete and total darkness. I like how it's coming long thus far (about half done the first draft). Hope to get that finished up tomorrow, and then start the painful process of refinement and polish before sending 'er off to Asimov's.