Last night when I couldn't fall asleep, I thought about writing. I've been doing this writing thing for twenty-two years now. I've produced 45+ novels, several novellas, and short stories. People ask me where they come from. Hell, I don't know. I opened a door--or my mind and heart--to this passion one day, and all these people were there waiting for me to tell their stories. That's what I am--a storyteller. I haven't been on any of the big lists like USA Today or NYT Bestsellers, and probably won't be. I did get a star review once from Publisher's Weekly. I had to email them to ask what the star meant--lol.
I'm not a big time author with a huge following who pays the rent with royalties. But, you know what? I'm okay with that. I have this passion to create stories that entertain or make people think. I love the whole process--the writing, the rewriting and editing, finding the right cover that fits the story, even sometimes having to fight with Amazon in the publishing process, then presenting that new book to the world, or my small part of it. I couldn't not do this (and the editor in me cringes at that wording.)
I hope you have a passion in your life that drives you and brings you joy and returns more than it costs to do it. If you feel that nudge, follow it. Do the thing. What's the worst that can happen? I'm not a huge success by some standards, but I'm happy. I love what I do, and I won't stop until I draw my last breath or the words become jumbled and I can't put them together any longer. Then I'll still tell stories that might not make sense, but will elicit a laugh, I hope.
Love life, and follow your dreams.
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