It is easy to call oneself anything, to live inside one's ego and self define.
But it is hard to actuate.
It's bloody hard to write 100,000 words on one topic, especially when you're writing on historical events, because for every word written you have to read five.
Especially when you have other things to do, many of which are exhausting.
I mainly make my living writing: reports, analysis, speeches, briefings, articles, etc.
And I'm pretty bloody good at it, because people pay me.
But one only has so many words; eventually everyone (except James Patterson who hires people to write for him) runs out of words.
Heck Salllenger wrote what, two novels.
So my energies for the last couple of months have been writing a patent application, a feasibility study for a resort, a few economic impact analyses, and my fiction has suffered.
But I have to get back to it...
I'm at a stage in the Tintamarre which is called an "interbellum" - it's a period in history where my characters are living in relative peace. And to this point, I have just had to wrap my characters around what really happened.
So, I've decided to put them in a time capsule, skip the two years of plain living, to the next crisis. And those events are even more dramatic and terrifying than what they had survived before.
The war and the expulsion.