Life moves pretty fast, right?
It moves faster when we’re not paying attention.
It comes at us like a demon. Striking with fast claws, snarling teeth, and the energy of a bunch of toddlers.
We sit in our comfy chair. Wait for the world to do something for us. The works owes us, isn’t that right?
The world owes us nothing.
We owe the world a debt we can never repay just for being on this blue mudball, spinning through cosmos.
It took me a while to realize this. I know others who don’t understand what I wrote above.
They’ll never understand that this world is ours. This life is ours and we can do with it what we want. But we should do something that either improves the lives of those around us or the world.
I never used to think of my writing that way. Not until this week.
When I put my story on my Kindle, seeing it the way a reader would, it made pause. I’ve never thought about the reader. I’ve always thought about what I get out of writing.
I’m 50% in on the book and I have to say, it’s really good. I’ve barely touched it since December.
I read a lot of various genres and this one is grimdark fantasy. I love fantasy and this novel is a lot of fun to read. Of course it needs polishing, but for a first draft it’s my best work.
We become the person we feared when we’re not looking. I became the writer that doesn’t care about anything but getting the next story written for myself, when I should think about the endgame, the reader.