Please indulge me today Fearless Reader. Recently there was much loathing in young Skywalker (that would be me) and I found myself in a slump the likes of which I hadn't been in for a few years. I didn't like where I was at at work and I suppose that is where my problems started but once the seed of unhappiness was sown there I let it seep into other parts of my life. Namely writing. I was crashing from the incredible high of completing my first novel and my creative juices were still flowing but I was trapped (or so it seemed to me) in having to edit this massive piece with no outlet for new material. Up until my novel the longest piece I had ever written totalled just over forty pages double-spaced. Darker than Shadow is a whopping 297 pages doubled-spaced and 96,000 words.
This may seem facetious and preach-ey but what got to me was the fact that I had chosen to be in the tight spot I was in. I had squeezed myself in between the rock and the hard place and then I was offended, hell, pissed off when I noticed that the walls were closing in on me. How could the world have the audacity, the sheer daring to try and fuck with me?
I will not apologize for the profanity nor will I apologize for anything that you read that stems from my brain and flows through my fingertips because I guarantee you this, we'll have a special agreement Fearless Reader, everything you read is 100% me. Now that we've got that little formality out of the way let me tell you that you might not even like that. And that's cool, we can agree to disagree and at the end of the day I'm not doing this for you (although if you like it that certainly makes my job easier, more enjoyable and well, justified) it's totally selfish but it's true. I do this because I want to, need to, and just can't seem to survive without it.
Now if you're still reading (Really!? I love you!) I want to give you a small piece of insider information and maybe you'll do something with that and maybe you won't but I certainly hope that you will. Without you I'm just another dude writing a blog, writing a short story, writing a novel or comic or screenplay without an audience and there are far too many of those that I would be satisfied by counting myself among their number. I need to be more than just another kindred soul. Thus I have ramped up the time I will be spending writing. It will let me do a blog post more often, write more short stories and edit my novel at the same time. And maybe, just maybe, you're still reading and if you are maybe, and this one is one huge maybe, you'll keep coming back and coming back again after that. Maybe together we can experience some amazing things but I can't control that Fearless Reader, I can only control the amount of material that I place in your hands so I'm going to amp up your dosage in hopes of hooking you on this drug: the written word in all it's forms and mediums. I've got it real bad but I wouldn't have it any other way.
This post is already too damn long so I'm going to put a sock in it but I hope that we are both back here soon. And for those of you that have made it this far I want to thank you so much from the bottom of my heart because like I said it would be pretty damn sad if mine were the only eyes to grace this page, God help me if they are...
So I have a question for you...what's your excuse for not doing what you love everyday? For those of you that are doing what you love everyday or at least making an effort to make that happen I tip my hat to you good sir as you have been a better man (or lady!) than I.
Catch ya later Fearless Reader, oh and one for thing, what have you read lately?
Your Zombie Warrior (or on the twitterverse known by the inventive moniker: @codymudge)
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