Time and Light Switches

It’s funny how different life can be. How one day seems to be headed in one trajectory and then next moment everything changes.   I don’t often have plans for my life, more like guiding dreams, and every time I think I have it figured out, a new path crops up. It is the strangest thing.  Every plan I’ve ever had for my life has at one point or in some capacity been changed, it never quite works out the way I picture.  I had a plan, or at least a thought of one, and now I’m not so sure. The writing completely uninterrupted, but just the how.  Even if it’s just this flash of maybe, it has already undone me in a beautiful manor. I will not leave this process unchanged, regardless of outcome.  It truly is baffling how every now and again I think myself sorted, and then the One Who Created me will send a guiding hand to direct my vision ever so slightly, or largely.   Having completed what I have, has me all strange. It’s uncomfortable, and stretchin...

The days spent since finishing my latest creative project have been something strange. I have spent the not long enough days wringing my hands behind my back and quaking with the reality that I am to get on with the publishing process. The daunting mountain that is the thought of letting what has only been my story be read by many, it is nothing short of breathtaking. And I suppose it is not always an awe-struck thief of breath, but a foreboding one.   It is the crux of being an artist of any form, to release what was once and perhaps intended, to only be for ones self and allow it into the hands of others. It is baffling and confounding at best, unnerving and nausea inducing at worst. To be known in this way, it takes a certain kind of courage.  I am greatly new to the publishing process, so it in-of-itself is daunting, and overwhelming. No matter the path I’ve chosen, to self publish, there are a great deal of details, not all of which come easily to me. I am however gre...

  Yesterday evening, on February 12th 2025, the first draft of my second novel was completed! Now the road is far from finished, and I’ll have much editing to do, but for now it is an accomplishment.   At 135,662 words, it is by far and large the longest thing I have ever written. Double that of the length of my first novel. I started wring this draft on June 25th 2024, so it’s been a bit of a long ride. Yes, I keep the dates of these things written down. It helps to give myself a sense of perspective. I’ve lived a lot of life since staring this draft, from mountain top high, to valley of the lowest, but I’ve arrived at a deep breath. That’s how finishing felt, like a heavy breath.  I didn’t really want to finish, I was sad once I typed the last words. This story has been living in the back of my mind since I was a teenager. The characters almost as real to me as my own flesh and blood friends. It’s a strange part of it all, and I’m sure I sound a little crazy to some...

Well, I’ve run into an interesting predicament, a frustrating one that has me pulling at my own hair. I’ll keep this brief, because as you’ll see, I’ve got some work to do. I’m at the tail end of writing the first draft of my second novel, and I’ve hit a road block. I only have a page and a half of notes left to implement, for reference my “outline” is about 20 pages long, so really I am so close to done.   I’ve reached the end of the story, where one might find a villain monologue, and my characters don’t know as much as I thought they knew. It’s a strange thing, I’ve never written a thing with so much mystery involved, the balance of revealing and keeping said mysteries hidden is a tough one. Apparently I erred on the side of keeping too much to myself because now my characters don’t even really know why they should be outraged.  It is not unsalvageable, only in need of some fine tuning. I’d find it exciting, as the prospect of finishing was making me a tab blue, but I a...