On New Year’s Eve, just last year, I finished my first novel. I’m going to pause to let that sink in and give your mind time to swirl around with all the ideas of what that could potentially mean. Now I’m going to tell you how it went and what I’m looking at ahead of me, and at the end we’ll see if your head is still running down the midway of the Imagination Fair, or if it’s fallen asleep on its desk in the Study Hall of Reality. Much like anybody who’s got a novel inside of them, I’ve always had a novel inside of me. Well, lots of them I suppose, but there was one that I’d actually wanted to write for quite a long time now. Ever since I met my wife really, as it was such a asskickingly romantic tale that it needed told. Well, I’d run through some outlines a few times, bandying about ideas like those wet strands of spaghetti that you fling against the splashback tiles to see if it’s done, but I’d… Read moreThe Start of Something Big
In recent years I’ve found that my life is more passionate and fulfilling when I’ve got a project or two going on. I don’t mean making a spice rack or cleaning out the back shed, though those are certainly up there, I mean creative pursuits. Sometimes it’s a website, where I’ve put all of the neat SEO Analytics Tools that I’ve built in one spot, or a website that’s a blog comprised of web people making the web a better place. Sometimes it’s learning how to make a cowboy hat, and other times it’s a new pair of medieval boots, that I’ve medievally made to wear in a medievally way. So about the time that we were cleaning up the all the fallout from the Huge Storm in March, a buddy of mine and I had reconnected via Stalkbook, and he’d mentioned that he was actively doing that thing that he and I had talked about, writing books. He’d worked on a few and finally had one that he was trying to get published. I’ll mention at this point that… Read moreWriting Books is hard, who knew?
There’s a curious thing that happens when one is confronted with the intimidating and foreboding task of writing a novel. The first thing I thought of was that it would be a great way to tell a great story. But then I couldn’t think of any stories that would take over 50,000 words to tell. Of course, The Story is the only one that I figured I’d put to paper, for it’s a good one, but then you get into that whole changing the names to protect the innocent thing, and the question of how much truth do you want “out there” about your own relatively recent history is there too. A couple of years ago, when I decided that I wanted to be a writer, I came up with some snatches of my “history” and decided to just be writing those. Stories about my hat, my middle child secretly decimating tomatoes and getting busted, my office job and the train rides to and fro, and any manner of stories from my childhood all came streaming out in a series… Read moreWriting Stories