So… a few years back, I signed up for NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) and did, in fact, complete my word count to get my handy dandy certificate that hangs on the wall in my office.
I wound up tossing that novel in a pile; leaving it unattended and pining for attention on my laptop. I guess it was a starter novel or just something to occupy my mind or maybe a challenge to see if I could actually finish something I started.
I was ecstatic that I finished something… but I was sad because I knew it was not my best work. I have since dabbled in starting a music website, www.thesteelonion.com and also some paintings and other artwork for sale on Etsy: https://www.etsy.com/shop/StarSteelArts.
But I have picked back up on a story idea I started almost two years ago… it is apocalyptic in nature, but not zombies per say. I like where it is going and at the same time annoyed because I have a day job (need to pay the rent and buy food) that takes eight hours out of my day. I can feel the passion burning inside of me. I feel it shaking my core.
I haven’t felt that nagging ache to write in a long time. It is gnawing at me like cocaine used to gnaw at me back when I was still using. That was almost nine years ago. This gnawing is different. This is a healthy want.
I will finish writing a great novel. I will publish that novel. I will live my dream.