I have been working on a new novel and the first draft will be done in the on coming months with hopefully a polished edition out in the summer. It has been 3 years since I have released anything. Mostly due to dread, anger, lack of motivation, and all the short stories I have worked on, that came with rejection letters. I always wrote with wicked intentions I think. Money and a reason to have purpose in the world.
My submitting short stories to a club has really helped me. Reassurance of my own work and that I have something I can work with. I do have a set audience though and that can really fuck with things but I do need it. Trying to make money off writing is a dumb idea that I believed was a good thing back in the day (Early to mid-twenties) Off my first book, I kind of spent all that money on whiskey. Not saying it was anything to brag about, because it wasn’t and I am pretty sure my book of short stories after had pocket change worth of sales. At the end of the day I could have done better, but I didn’t understand some things about myself.
During this delicious lock down, I found pleasure in it all. I studied philosophy, on top of reading, writing, gaming, and watching loads of shows and movies. While I did all of this for inspiration and to help write characters, I also learned a lot of myself. Why I think and choose the way I do, how I see the world, and with that I found peace. Like a peace I never knew that existed. I decided to become true to who I am. A realist, with a huge imagination, that loves whiskey and spicy chicken, and isn’t afraid to roll his eyes at the vanity of the world with the insanity that is society.
So while hundreds of thousands of people died, others throwing a fit about bars being closed, and more just too paranoid to live a logical life…..I found myself. I took this time to work on myself, while others just hid and bitched in social media. I feel I am stronger than I have ever been, and I am not afraid of anything (Except that creepy guy from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang) Being fully vaccinated helps with that for now (Until a new version or a new virus ((There will be one))
So what I am trying to say is, my new book is not written with my wicked intentions. I wrote it for me. I had to, I needed to, and soon you shall see it. If I am lying you can skin my back tat off of me. It is alright, I will have a new one in time….