I have a tendency to stop just before things happen.
With my writing I’ll be doing good, then I back off. I don’t know why but I do.
I get into a comfortable mindset and forget that I’m supposed to be working. I’m supposed to be writing.
I told myself it wouldn’t happen again, and it hasn’t.
Something else has.
I’ve hit a point in my writing where the world I’m creating feels lived in. Feels real and it scares the hell out of me.
It’s the opposite of being comfortable, maybe.
There’s no fear but an absence of worry. I know I’ll get the project done on time. I understand where it needs to go and I’m finally comfortable with it.
I write these stories because the premise intrigues me.
I keep going with them because I made myself a promise to do it.
When I left Las Vegas four years ago I gave myself 5 years to publish a book. At the time it felt realistic.
In the next two months I’ll be doing exactly that.
The book isn’t perfect but I enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it.
I’ll have more about that soon. But it will be wide and I hope you enjoy it.