I hate blogs. I hate whiny bloggers. Blogs suck! I don’t even understand why people blog. I have always felt that way, until I started this blog.
I blog, because I write every day and a blog is a place to file my writings.
It’s also an easy place for my kids to keep track of me and decide when it’s time to lock me away.
I write because it feels good and my body seems to enjoy the task. I mean my blood pressure, eyesight, back discs, and knees all like for me to write.
For the past 5 years I’ve been trading options and all of the above body parts were not happy. I would stare at technical graphs of stocks for 15 hours a day, trying to figure out my trades for the next day. I have a knack for that stuff. I learned a fun way to make money. My body decided I had to find a new hobby and forget about the money.
Now, I set my font at “20” and get things out of my brain, off my chest and recall things from this wonderful life I’ve had.
Every person reading this has a novel in their head they have put off writing. Some have a half-finished bunch of chapters sitting on their hard drive. Most of you will never finish it…too bad. We’d love to read it. I bet you would have a blast writing it too.
There are basically two types of writers. The outlined, organized, neatly arranged plot with fully developed characters writer. That’s the one I wish I was. I’m the other kind…seat of the pants writer. Just sit down and start and see where the characters take me. I go to bed at night with the characters in my head and I tell them to have fun, kill somebody or have sex. I usually wake up with lots of new ideas.
This writing thing, for me, was just an accidental hobby. It only happened about two years ago, the summer of 2010. I was reading my Saturday morning paper and noticed a meeting was being held for the Writers of Kern, a division of the California Writers Club. I googled California Writers Club and discovered that it had been started 100 years ago by Jack London, a writer I had admired back in my youth.
I went to the meeting. There were a lot of nice friendly folks that made me feel comfortable and then a guest speaker gave a talk about NaNoWriMo, National Novel Writing Month. She told about the contest that was held every November and how 300,000 people from all over the world tried to write a 50,000 word novel in the 30 days of November. I sat silently doing the math. 50,000 divided by 30 equals 1700 words a day.
I went home from the meeting and told my wife I was going to write a novel in November. I could have told her I was playing in the Super Bowl. But, she said I could probably do it if I committed myself to it.
I did it.
20,000 of us won the coveted piece of paper that said WE DID IT. I did it again this past November and in between I’ve been working on a third novel.
They certainly aren’t Moby Dick or War and Peace, but they are a fun read and they were a fun write. I’m now in the re-write/editing stage, just about finished with the first novel and will probably throw it out on Amazon, attach it to this blog and Facebook and all the rest of the marketing strategies that are now available to an independent writer.
And then again, I may not.
I may play in the Super Bowl next year.