Wow, has it really been almost a month since I’ve posted something on here? I am a terribly inconsistent blogger, and you have my apologies for that. I usually try to get something up at least once every two weeks, but it seems like I haven’t been so successful this past month.
In order to remedy that, I have decided to do something that I’ve been turning over in my mind for quite a while now.
I am going to make myself vulnerable to you all. The tales I tell here as I have been are part of me, and my life, and my thoughts and who I am (etc., etc.). But this new feature… This new feature plumbs the depths of my heart and mind and rips pieces out to show to you.
My fiction is the best part of me. It is, perhaps, my favourite part of me. And it is a part of me that I have been letting slide for a long time. I haven’t been giving it any priority whatsoever, and now I choose to change that. So once a week (I have yet to determine what day it will be), I will be presenting a snippet of a story. Sometimes you’ll get a beginning that doesn’t yet have an end. Sometimes you’ll get a middle that’s more interesting than a beginning. And sometimes you’ll get an end that hasn’t yet discovered its middle. Who knows.
I am a writer. My father once scoffed at me when I said that. “You’re not paid for it,” he said. I had to explain to him that “writer” is not a job. “Writer” is who I am.
And it’s time I recognized that and was true to it.
Looking forward to sharing myself even more with you.