That odd cracking sound you may be “hearing” is my fingers protesting about being back at a keyboard after lo, these many weeks. Yes friends, I’m still alive, and breathing fairly well, but am foundering in my goal to write daily… and NaNoWriMo is just days away!
I’m writing this post while sitting at the counter of the Kingston Bookery, the first of a slowing growing dynasty of used book stores Dynasty? Really? Well, perhaps not a dynasty, but certainly a PAIR of bookstores.
Seven months ago I would have chuckled at the idea of being a proprietor of two bookstores. Laughable, really. I’m retired, after all, and writing is what I want to be (and am, perhaps, even MEANT) to be doing. Ah, well.
It is frustrating. No, FRUSTRATING!! to be around so many books, nearly every one published in the old, tried and true method. That is to say, through an agent and a publisher. So many books. Maybe daunting is a better word. How can I ever get space on such a shelf in a store somewhere. After all, all those authors found the time to write, rewrite, re-rewrite, edit, submit, cry, re-edit and resubmit. Sheesh!
I’m off to California for a few days. Going to reclaim my libraries and gear, rent a truck, and drive back up here to Washington. Two such drives in about 6 months. What fun.
I must sound like I’m complaining about circumstance (and to some degree, success), but more, I hope, I am outlining the current list of challenges, those bits of life-force that like to jump out in front of you as you drive the freeway of life. Surprise!
Like many of you, I AM a writer. Being kept from full-time scribing is only a temporary thing. As soon as the stores start making money I’ll be hiring help, and getting back to work. And, as said above, NaNoWriMo is just around the corner, and this will be my 12th year of competing. No way I’ll miss that, even if it means giving up sleep and food.
A person is a writer when writing is in them, and demands to be let out.