I’ll keep this brief, but felt compelled to post on this momentous occasion. Not only is it Friday the 13th, it’s also my birthday. I was actually born on a Friday the 13th, so it’s a special connection for me.
Soon, I’m not sure exactly when yet, big changes will be coming to this blog and my writing career. You could say I’ve experienced an awakening, a resurgence. It feels great.
Like I said, this post is brief, but soon there will be more to enjoy.
I once heard someone say that you shouldn’t live with regrets. I took it to mean that you should do the things you knew would result in zero regrets later in life. As I’ve aged, grown wiser, etc. the meaning of that phrase for me has shifted greatly.
I’m always looking to grow and learn as a person and writer. Recently, I feel like I’m reaching a new level in the craft, and it’s strange. The process hurts, too. I don’t know quite how to explain it.
Coming into 2017 I had hopes it would be a better year. 2016 was tumultuous sea for several personal reasons. This was to be a respite, a resting period at worst, or a period of building improvement at best.
Apparently, those desires and reality have misaligned. So far, 2017 has been almost gut wrenching. The latest blow was finding out an old friend, one I spent many hours in my youth having deep conversations with as we stumbled through the inquisitive mishaps tied to our coming of age, died suddenly. It was a rare form of aggressive cancer, and he was diagnosed late, so only a few weeks passed before he took his last, faltering breath, slipping into the ether for which we are all headed.
Eight years ago, I started my journey as a professional writer. I won’t lie, it was a rough go. But I stuck with it. I stumbled, failed, muddled my way through, and eventually started to find a path.
I don’t feel like I’ve “arrived” – whatever that means. But I do feel like I’ve gained a certain amount of information or wisdom from hard experience. Sometimes in my flights of fancy I’ve thought about what I would tell newbie professional writer me that could’ve made the pathway less fraught with peril.
After I turn this topic over and over in my mind, realizing it will never help me but could help other writers, I’ve hammered out this list. My hope is it helps others to not fall into the same pits I did, and find a path to true success. Continue reading “What I’d Tell My Younger Self”→
I know plenty of people are saying it, but it’s true: 2016 has been one hell of a crappy year. I’m not waxing political or social in the least. On a personal level, 2016 has been turbulent. As a direct result, my fiction writing has suffered substantially.
I’ve taken the majority of this year off blogging, for various personal and professional reasons. The conclusion I’ve come to is that far too much of my time and energy has been spent on blogging in the last few years, instead of writing books. That’s changed. At the same time, I don’t want this blog to die.
The vibrant heat of summer days is dissipating from the valleys here, after having long-fled the nearby mountains. As the temperate embrace of fall descends, trees have been turning their coats rapidly, just before shedding them for the harsh winter.
The rumors about me being an official dead author can cease, because they’re simply not true. For several years, I was consistently blogging at least once a week (at one point it was three times each week). This is my first post in four months, if my count’s correct.