When I started this writing… uh habit… yeah that sounds about right, it was really just an exercise to see if I could do it. I knew I was relatively creative and I had always wanted to write a book but the only thing stopping me was… well me.
Now, or then really, queue in my wife’s cousin, Amy. She is one awesome lady by the way. She had beaten the NanoWrimo for the second or third time and mentioned it offhandedly in one of those social media straights that we all swim in these days. That was all the inspiration I needed. With no real clue to what I was getting myself into, I dove in and got that first one done.
The experience was fun and different, but the story couldn’t be completed in one book. So I wrote a second one in the series. Then I wrote a third one. Each one has been challenging and different in its own ways. Well with three in various degrees of doneness, should I move onto the next step and actually make this a possible profession?
Why didn’t I ask myself this question earlier, you ask me? Well I did but I decided to hold off. I wanted to make sure that the story would have an end but I also wanted to make sure that I would keep writing it for a very simple reason. There are a few books series that I love but the last book either never got written because the author died or the publisher released the author from the contract for that series and I never got to read the final vision…
I didn’t want to have my story end up that way. And since the greatest hindrance to getting it done was me, well then I wanted to make sure before I did anything else that that would happen. Now that I will be working on the final one in the series, I feel that I can move forward.
Progress? Huzzah’s all around.