Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Letters from the Front

It's been a while since I've posted. I have been working on my latest project and have finished the first draft of Chapter 1 and have since moved to Chapter 2. I find that I am fighting a battle against going back to revise again and again, instead I try to plow forward. Though, I have faltered on a few occasions.

I have looked at Helium as a place to post up The Boy in the Window, but I'm not sure how to do it best. The system isn't all that intuitive for placing a story you have written already. It won't fit with the contests and there are several story categories with hundreds of stories already competing.

Competing... for attention, for lucrative awards, big lights, fast times... Am I good enough with my craft to say that I am tired of competing? At what point does an author stop pursuing the small victories and begin aiming at something larger in scale? I promised that I would give this story away soon, and I intend to do so. First though, I need to focus on my current writing project because I refuse to be distracted and to allow doubt to set in.

Some people say that success is a frame of mind. They say that you can attain the highest heights, climbed the most impossible peaks if only you first visualize your goal. If only you see it clearly in your mind and take it. Okay, sure, I'll play along. But there comes a time when visualizing turns into day-dreaming and soon those dreams have withered away.

I don't much like the idea that I'm nothing more than a dreamer. I would like to believe that I've got something to say worth listening to. I would like to believe that I have stories to tell that people will be eager for, that they will enjoy and cherish, that they will want to read again and again. What does it matter if I believe it, though? I want you to believe it too. More than that, I want you to know it.

Some day there will come a time when I take down most, if not all, of the content of this blog. I decided this some time ago. But when that day comes, I hope that you will be as happy as I am because when that day comes I will have made it.

My goals might be lofty, but I've exhausted so many already. Every few years my wife and I sit down and write a list. Time goes by and we look at that list and mark off all the things we've accomplished. Again and again we write and then we mark off. With so much already attained, why not?

So here it is:

I am going to be a published author. Not just short stories, but books. That's right, books. Not just one book, but several.

And there you have it. One more thing added to my list of goals, officially. Mark my words, this goal too will be fulfilled.

Yep, I sound like an ass: just another aspiring writer thinking he has something special to add to the slush pile. It's okay. Time will tell. :)
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