I’ve long been struggling (as you may know by the frequency of these posts) to continue writing creatively (being in school, writing academically is something else entirely), and I figured being forced to give content on a regular basis would give my creative juices a push and also help me supplement life (and spread the word about the books I already have in stores).
I got to be apart of a cool introductory post feature on an awesome person's (Lauren) blog. It's for her online book club: Books and Tea through Discord.
So my love for the goth subculture was reinvigorated with a journey to a goth club with my darling fiance over the weekend, as well as my reading of Jane Eyre for class (that doesn't start 'till next Tuesday mind you), and I've got to thinking about Goth in music and Lit as you do and how much it moves one if one can identify themselves in the lyrics, imagery, and themes.
But upon coming back to it the other day I did, I remember reading over my work and thinking, "Why isn't she [the MC with all the knowledge and power], black?" There was no reason she couldn't be after all, and I'd been inspired by all of the covers with black protagonists I'd seen in the fantasy section of Barnes and Noble, understanding an apt confusion for readers when they would see my DARK WORLD series and not see any black characters on the covers, though there are black characters in the world.
All I do know is that I have written posts sporadically, except for when I attempted to do "Blood Talk" series on the different types of Dark Creatures that litter the pages of my series. But alas, I stopped after getting to the "Phoenixes" post--why? Because school or work probably got in the way or I was in the position of going through lots of changes--which is always true for me.
Like any writer, I face doubt. Not often, as I choose to focus on my work and what I'm doing and contributing to literature (not much lol), but as of late, the doubt has crept in and is, for the moment at least, here to stay.