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Maybe published?

It has been a long time since I’ve updated this site or wrote anything for that matter.  The truth is I fell into that lovely routine of life, you know the one, living day to day devoid of any real creative thought.  That’s where I’ve been.  I escaped the suburbs of Chicago and fled to Southern Illinois where life is infinitely different, but with odd similarities.  Between the job hunting and the relative newness, not including the vast amount of stress a move like that brings, I somehow forgot the simple joy of just writing to write.  Now that everything is settled, the itch to create is beginning to reemerge and with it the need to get my stuff out in front of people.

My first novel, Dead Winter, may very well be on its way to being published as I write this. I decided to go with Page Publishing, a hybrid self publisher, in order to test the waters.  I’m actually a lot more excited about it than I thought I’d be, while still having a kernel of the hated reluctance at trying something new.  I’ve weighed all the pros and cons, done my due diligence until I’ve bled, and I think this is the right fit for this novel.

So with that out of the way comes the next hard part, starting a new journey with a new project.  Dead Winter means so many different things to me, I’m not sure if I can top it.  That, in its own way, seems to be stalling my ability to write.  Weird how something you love can strangle you like a jealous lover, right?

As it stands now, I have several ideas that shine through the miasma of doubts and insecurities and scream to be put to paper, I’m just not sure which one is loudest or most insistent.  I’d like to write a sequel to Dead Winter, seeming as I feel things were left in a way to encourage more to the story, but a series is a difficult and daunting proposition to undertake…and rewarding as well.

I’m going to end this before it gets overlong.  Writing, I’ve found, is just like life.  In life there are bursts of happiness, punctuated with soaring elation, frustration bordering on insanity, and real opportunities to see what exactly you are made of.  Like any great ride, it’s fun as hell, but sometimes you need to take a break in order to build up the excitement once more.  I’ve taken several of those, mostly due to insecurities and fear of success, but I’m ready to ride again.

Let the fun begin.