I’m a writer.

Actually, I only believe I’m a writer. By today’s standard measures of a writer, I perform rather poorly. I make no money from my craft, I’m unknown to the community, and I struggle with public speaking. I’ve never had any work published, and my longest manuscript achieved the lofty pinnacle of just sixty thousand words before I decided it was rather tedious. It remains filed away somewhere, incomplete and trapped between a thirty-thousand-word novella and an eighty-thousand-word novel.

People often ask me why I haven’t finished a book yet. I’ve had long enough. I should have at least one in the hands of an agent by now, or perhaps even on the presses of a publishing house with my second in an editor’s email account.

I suppose they’re right.

So, why haven’t I finished a book yet? Once upon a time, I would say that writing a book isn’t as simple as punching out a flawless page every hour, or that getting one published isn’t as easy as submitting a high school paper. Once upon a time, I kept a handy string of excuses ready.

I don’t do that so much anymore. My life is what it is, and my “career”, if I can call it that, will go where it chooses.

I admit, I’ve let opportunities escape. I could have, maybe even should have, been a better salesman. But, in the end, nothing really comes from brooding over decisions made and consequences played. In truth, I’m not happy unless I’m writing, and no amount of poor “career” management is going to erase that feeling.

With this in mind, I’d like to welcome you to my blog. In it, I will talk, and I will write. Feel free to share anything and everything you find here, but please give credit where it’s due and don’t forget to link back to the source.

Thanks for visiting, and I hope you enjoy your stay!