So, I am not a writer, but I like writing. Go figure. Who doesn't? Well a lot of people I suspect, but I suspect a great deal of others like to write or would like to write, talent aside. So what do I "do"? That's a good question and one that'll get answered at a later date. For tonight, I am blogging to start what will hopefully become a widely succesfull blog, only riveled by those of the most famous celebrities.
I originally started a blog earlier this year ( a different blog and not the trash you are now reading) for the purpose of forcing (ie giving my self a reason) to write. I was going to post short stories there in different genres. I assumed I could easily write one and jump strait to the next, nothing over 7,000 words, and it worked, right? Wrong. I began with a "short" story that soon became a long short story, and now, just to answer all of the questions that come up in my head and tie up all of the lose ends (read "finish"), I am now writing a novel. Two in fact, or at least a think. That all depends on how long each would actually be and if they make any sense at all being one story even though they are basically related and just different points in a timeline at the same location, basically. Only time will tell.
For now, I'm going to go pick up a novel written by someone much more famous and published (likely Steven King, as I just like the way he writes regardless of what he is talking about this time). Maybe I'll have to time to edit the first 40 of the nov, but I doubt it. It's getting on to 11, and I don't have much energy after getting up at 8:30 this morning and running around all day to put together a birthday party with my wife for our twin niece/nefew combo.
So well met, nice to meet you, and possibly good seeing you again (I said this a lot today). More to come...
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