Sunday, January 17, 2010

Around The Corner

December is gone. (Good.) The holidays are behind me. (Yay.) Simple and rustic, they were relatively quiet. We spent virtually no money on Christmas 2009. A bit of baking, a trip to Atlanta to relax with family, and a small basket of goodies for my mother-in-law. It was one of those holidays that will be forgotten in time. Nothing much to remember, other than a "gift" from our son and daughter-in-law. A new baby is about to enter the family next year, right around my birthday. I suppose that news in itself was the best part of Christmas 2009. I look forward to holding that precious one in my arms come August.

I've been fighting asthmatic bronchitis since the holiday. Coughing my head off, it's been a bitch of a time getting well. But ... in between all of the above, the plan to write "full-time" is taking shape. The steps are small and the evidence of my writing doesn't seem like much, but it makes me warm and happy. I see my future. For the first time in a very long time, I see the opening to my long tunnel. The stories that have been floating around in my head this past year and a half are now getting to the page. Pages and pages of notes and outlines. Like ripe fruit trees, bulging with juice, just waiting to be picked.

But I've decided to take a whole new approach. An approach void of wishing and hoping for success. An holistic approach. Clean of the impurities caused by too much time spent on other "writer distractions." A simple plan. To read. To write ... and to never stop. Nothing else. Nothing less.

I will leaving the marketing, the promoting, the Facebook, the Twittering, the rest of Internet mania to my ever faithful husband. I produce the product. My job, my focus, my life's goal is within reach. It's now or never, and never is not an option.

I am currently working on final edits of my novel, Televenge. My story, Plastic Man, is in outline form. Three more stories are in process, for contests or submission elsewhere, who knows at this point in time. All I know today is that I'm back doing what I love to do the most.

So say a prayer, won't you?

Moving in and out of my old farmhouse has definitely taken a toll on me. Physically, spiritually, and financially. My emotions dipped, skidded, and rolled to a complete stop at times, but I'm feeling my old self come back with a new way of looking at things. I'm not old. I'm not dead yet. There's virility left in these bones, and by God, the passion of my life is about to unfold them.

I do wish you and yours the best of the best this year. I will dwell on many topics as this year's blog continues on a more regular basis. So stay tuned. This journey, now over fifteen years old, is just getting started.

Blessings to you and yours.