When 2010 began, I was surviving, not living. I tried to lighten the grueling commute to work with books and video games. While I enjoyed the company of some of my fellow passengers, I just could not help feel like I was losing a great deal of my life.
As two of my children entered adulthood, I realized that I had been standing still for most of the last twenty years. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t resent my children at all. Putting our dreams on hold is part of what we naturally do as parents. I didn’t really think that I could write anything that anyone would want to read, much less buy, so I didn’t feel like I was losing much.
I put some of my poetry out for the world to see with mixed reviews. As this year went on, I finished my first novella. In the space of a month, I wrote thirty short stories and poems and put them out there. I learned just how brutal the world of publishing could be. Over the next months, I wrote fewer stories, but better of quality. By year’s end, I had publishing offers for many of my pieces, but more importantly, I had a plethora of worlds to build in.
There have been numerous setbacks this year, both personal and financial and more than a few days when I didn’t feel like writing at all. Nevertheless, they are always calling me: Becca and the sword spirits, the residents of Full Moon City, the clan of the White Wolf (Esa Rosa) and their embrace feels like home. That, and not any amount of compensation or recognition, is what makes me feel like a writer.
Enjoy the remainder of the holiday season. Enjoy your friends and family. Find the joy in your writing, let your characters talk to you, don’t tell them what to do, they have their own stories to tell. Above all, keep writing my friends!