So many things have changed since I started this blog, and
then proceeded to neglect it into becoming some meaningless blip in cyberspace.
I won't now, and likely never will begin to explain what happened between then
and now. I will simply say that I've traveled from the west coast to the east
coast, and back again, and I am accordingly changed. So now, I attempt to pick
up the puzzle of letters, find a place for them within the words, transform
those words into cohesive sentences, and from there move on.
I've stopped doing most web content writing, I take the
occasional freelance job if it's something I think I'll enjoy. For a long time
I stopped writing altogether, unsure if I had any stories left to tell.
As I sit here mulling over the hundreds of files, with
starts, stutters, and moments of brilliance coupled with moments of unadulterated
trash I can still see the promise of something to come.
So for now I'll consider this my, perhaps last, attempt at
doing what I think I am supposed to do. This time however, I will not quit
until things are finished, regardless of how long they take. I will summon up
the courage, squash the fearful little girl voice that keeps screaming you
can't, and submit things, knowing that rejection is just a part of the process
and that even the best authors have rejection letters. I will stop worrying
about what comes out as long as something does, letters into words, words into
sentences, sentences into paragraphs, paragraphs into pages.
What I will also do, is read more and worry less that I am
going to somehow against my own will and intellect accidentally copy someone's
style or ideas. I will read whatever I happen to want even if it is in the same
field or genre I'm working in at the time.
--Goodnight.
