A Time For New Beginnings

Well, it’s December 19, 2019 and I am writing my first blog. I think I wrote one before actually on some website a few years back, probably something to make people think, I like to make people think for some reason. This blog is about new beginnings and the new year ahead and years to come. I recently self-published my first novel, A Killer’s Heart on Amazon. I had no idea how much went into marketing and promoting a book, I really don’t know if I have time for all that, I would just rather write. I guess that’s why it only took me 3 weeks to finish my second novel, A Killer’s Heart 2. I think my second one is much better than the first, the first book is a great story written by an amateur writer, the second book is a great story written by an amateur writer with one under his belt, so it should be better. I have a tendency to get really excited about something and do it, and then once I’ve done it I stop and move on to something else that peaks my interest. I hope that isn’t the case with writing, I think I’m okay at it, I am my own sharpest critic that’s for sure. Maybe someday I will look back at this blog and say, yea you were right, you just dropped that shit like a bad habit, or maybe I will look back and remember a time when I wasn’t sure, and have 10 or 20 or 50 novels written. Who knows. I think there should be some lesson in this. Isn’t that the point of a blog? I really don’t know to be honest. The lesson here should be, never underestimate what you are capable of, and never think you are too old to get something done. I was a college dropout, but I still had success in my career, even after that I still went back and finished my degree at age 42. That isn’t so unusual anymore, and I really didn’t need it, but it was a personal goal I had set years ago and left behind, and by completing it, that somehow inspired me to start thinking about other things I wanted to accomplish, and here I am with two novels under my belt and still having great success in my every day career. It seems like it would be cool to be able to just write books and make a good living, I feel like I am a thousand miles away from that and crawling. It’s not even a goal of mine, although it should be, if that’s what I want to do, but I haven’t decided, I kind of think I do. Who knows?