This is a chronicle of my struggles to become a successful author. Writing is easy. Writing well is not. Being published requires a great deal of perseverance or luck.
I’m shooting for luck.
Writing is an interesting endeavor. At its best, you close your eyes, let it flow, and a story is revealed, through you. At its hardest, you struggle, trying to force out a story that has not yet written itself. Then, once you do manage to bleed out a few pages, you spend endless hours toiling over each word, every punctuation mark, each pause. This or that? Here, or there?
It is a glorious thing, to write. It is painful, and perfect, and life-giving. The best characters are better than us, more than we have written. And, once read, they are no longer ours.
It is my dearest hope that I live long enough to give you characters whom you will never forget – to love, or hate, or ridicule, certainly. But never to forget. One day, perhaps. One day.