| Writing |
| Well, if you've been reading this site, you already know that I like to write. Obviously, everyone that has a website, weblog, goes chatting or whatever is wordy. I'm very wordy. In fact, I'm wordy enough that if I don't have someone else to talk to, I'll start a conversation with myself. Daniel says I even talk in my sleep. Maybe it's a good thing, or maybe not. Either way, I have a 'gift' of the gab. I could blame my mother; she's the only person who I've ever met that is truly a social butterfly. She is bright and cheery, and lights up a room when she walks in. She's all those things that are good and sweet and kind. Everybody likes her. She taught me how to be socially graceful, tactful, talkative and kind. I promptly forgot most of my manners, but I kept the talkative part. Yup, that's the story of my life. I've ended up with my foot in my mouth more often than I care to count. I guess that's why I started writing. A gift of the gab has two edges. One positive, one negative. I started writing so I could learn to wield the positive edge to counterbalance the negative. That, and I've always had some pretty amazing and vivid dreams that inspire me. Some times I'll wake up and have dreamed these wild dreams. It's like a whole movie or story has unfolded in the night. Very few people I've ever talked to have experienced this. It's really nice to have an entire story presented for me so I can write about it. So, a combination of a couple of things cause me to write. My emotions and my dreams. I can't really say whether I will be published or not, but dammit, I'm gonna give it a shot. You see, I just submitted my manuscript to TOR, and I'm praying to the pagan idols that I'll be published. I mean, I know a lot of writers don't get published ever. I know I probably won't get published my first time. But it's worth a try! Hell, who knows? Maybe my website will get more hits. Cross your fingers. |