I write things these days; lots of things. I write short stories, and essays. I write some (but not much) poetry. Much of my writing these days revolves around the responsibilities of administering a writing school. Policies, procedures, and rules take up a lot of my time. I also write sermons that will, most likely, never be preached from a pulpit. I have many blogs, and keep working on only a couple of them regularly. I’m hoping to aggregate the others here, but I may not. I do have a “home” professional writing site, where my current work is showcased on a regular basis. Feel free to visit, and look around.
I used to write music, but I haven’t in a long time. I have written several non-fiction textbooks, and have spent my time doing my part to pass on the little bit of knowledge that I have gained in this lifetime. Beginning in 2004, I got wind of a group of insane folks who made it their business to write a novel in 30 days. National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) became a haven for me. It has allowed me to stretch my writing wings in a genre that I had never written before. This fall, the first of those projects will be published.
Realizing that makes me feel pretty good. Though many things in life have not turned out the way I would have planned, or even hoped, this is a reality that makes the last three years seem at least a little more worth it. There could be more novels to come. I currently have four in various stages of completion, in amongst the other writing that seems to consume my time these days. It sure would be great to be able to make a full-time living from writing. That first contract is the most elusive (well, except for the next one!) to a new writer. The game has, in the past ten years, completely changed the rules. New players are taking up the slack where the “Big Five” leave off, and many more writers are finding their work on the shelves of the bookseller.
And, right about the time I’m starting to feel good about the progress being made, I sauntered (yea, verily) over to my friend Patrick’s Place, and saw this. Mortality returns, my feet hit the pavement, and things are real again.
And so it goes.
Budroe
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