Greetings and salutations.

I have been a way from this blog for a while. I’ve been working and trying to get my head on straight, or as straight as it will go.

I’ve taken time away to work on me. My writing has been put on the back burner for the last almost year, something like that.

I found myself not wanting to write and I know it comes from the way I feel about my writing and some of the community I’ve interacted with.

It’s nothing new to see that someone had a bad experience with their writing community. Mine has not been to the extremes of others but I’m also not a fan of many in my sphere of writing.

I’m getting back into writing horror.

I saw a post about an open call for something and while I’m hoping to be in the cool, “I’m published by a big name” club. I’m at the point in my writing where I honestly don’t care anymore. I’m writing for me, and maybe that’s why I’m feeling that way I do about the writing community.

My wife told me to write what I want and it’s not about whether I publish it or not.

To be honest, I wanted to be published to help my wife out with the bills, but my new job does that. Writing is what I’ll do, regardless of genre, although my thriller book, Disunion By Force has outsold my horror by a large degree and it sells everywhere.

I think about the time I may have lost by not writing and I’m indifferent.

I turned 50 recently and I will write whatever the hell I want. If I publish it myself, cool, if I submit it and it gets published cool, but I’m not going to play the game of asking for help or putting my name in a hot and hope I’m selected for a scholarship or some sort of honorific.

I’m past the point of caring with all of that. I’ll write for me and that’s more important than anything.