Ten Years and Counting

     A day ago I realized that as of this February, I had been writing for ten years. I remember it clearly because when I started out my intention was NOT to become a writer.  No way!  As I try to explain to people, I never liked writing and dreaded term papers in college.  I would Write them and my girlfriend at the time would correct all the shameful error.  No Microsoft Word back then, only white out.  Yea, it sucked!

      So when I began writing by hand in a Marble composition book with #2 pencil the very first etchings of what was to become, Nine Lives, I had little knowledge that the writing bug would bit so damn hard and I would actually consider in a short time that I wanted to write as a living.

     Okay, maybe not a living but a pastime as the Federal Government currently sees my endeavors. I can live with that. Either way I feel very lucky to have taken this path towards writing at a time when the publishing industry looks more like The Old Wild West than the sophisticated, stoic and well weathered industry they see themselves as.  Yes, there’s a new sheriff in town and no one is quite sure who the fuck that might be from one moment to the next.  (I just love using cliché phrases!)

Truthfully, had I known that the publishing biz was going to be thrown hard and land on its ear, I may have thought twice about getting into the biz but, too late: I have one book published, another finished manuscript, writing the third manuscript, the fourth manuscript in my head and two screen plays bouncing around in there as well.  I’m in it for the long haul and whether I become insanely popular or simply fade into the wallpaper, I will do my best to remember to enjoy the ride while I fade into the wallpaper.

Thanks to everyone who listens and I promises to start turning out more blog posts soon!

Cheers!