For
some, the year 2014 might conjure up memories of viral challenges or the rise
of ride-sharing apps. For me, it marks the year I went silent; a bad case of
writer's block slammed the brakes on my writing career.
Ideas,
though? I had them. A dozen stories buzzed in my head, notebooks, index
cards, digital note pads filled with thoughts that refused to turn into
narratives. The frustration was immense. I would struggle, just to produce a
paragraph, but produced nothing. So, I gave up. I quit. I never used those
words (even to myself), but I wasn’t publishing. It was terrible.
For
a decade, I accomplished nothing, as. time passed the nagging sense of "what
if" lingered. Then we hit 2024 and it was like a spark has been lit. I
have to stop with the mental punishment I put myself through, wondering what
the hell happened. Perhaps, I needed the break (for whatever the reason). The
important thing is that I have the stories and I’m a killer on the keyboard (my
wife tells me I, “type mad”). I’m writing again.
I’m
viewing my 70th year this July, but longevity is a gift that runs in
my family. There's time, I tell myself, time to spin those thoughts in my head
into readable tales (I like that). The key, I believe, lies in organization. As I mentioned,
my fingers still fly across the keyboard, and I'm setting a (slightly
ambitious?) goal of 5,000 words a week.
This
blog serves as a promise not just to me, but to you, the reader. Here, I'll
share my ups and downs, the triumphs and tribulations, the characters, and the
worlds I will build. This will be a front-row seat to the resurrection of a
writer.
Got to stop. I apologize for the ramble. I get into these moods. I need coffee. Come
back soon.