Blogging 101: Assignment 1 Introduce Yourself
I started writing late in life, after some things had happened, after some losses and victories, after some pain, after some memories were made. It’s been an interesting journey, and this is not where I saw myself in my younger days.
There are a lot of us who can probably say that, but it’s what you do with it when you realize it that matters.
That being said, I’m glad I’m here. I’ve learned some things about me on the way, things that I liked about myself, things I achieved that I didn’t think I was capable of, and I’m looking forward to what the future holds for me.
There have, of course, been setbacks, but I’m not the type to sit down and accept defeat. I guess I got that from my father, and watching him do his projects. He never took a short cut when it got difficult, and a shortcut was available. And the one time he was tempted to do it I was so surprised that he even told me he was thinking about it, he changed his mind, and we did it the right way.
But I knew then that he was slowing down…
So the characters and lands and stories are here; the young and old are here; the lovers and the warriors are here, the men and women, the children, the dragons, the demons, the magic (both dark and light) are all clamoring to get out while they can, and since I don’t believe in holding onto things or people against their will, I’m going to free as many as I can in the time that remains.
My goal, quite simply, is to write full time for the rest of my life, and leave a body of work that helps, entertains, provokes thought, and establishes across our man-made boundaries of insignificant trivialities (race, class, religion, etc) a common bond.
I want my readers to be, in a word, immersed in the worlds of my imagination, and to come out better for the time they invested there.
It’s a lofty goal, but why aim low?
The Muse came into my office, looking like new pearls.
Guess that made me the swine.
She moved in close, her hands over my shoulders. I stood up, not wanting her to trap me. I had other things to do…she closed the distance again, standing a little away from me, but close enough to be distracting.
That perfume…like a new book at sunrise.
“But Alfred, don’t you understand” she said, her hand cool and soft on my cheek “it’s difficult to find an agent?”
I took her hand away, walked back across the office behind my desk, took out a pack of Luckies and a lighter.
“Yeah, I do. So let me ask you, doll,” I lit the cigarette, squinting at her curvy beauty through the unfurling, infernal smoke. … “When was it easy?”