Is it really December?
November passed in a whirlwind for me. Partly, mainly, actually, due to my undertaking of a project titled Nexus. Nexus was, is a fundraising project built around NaNoWriMo – National Write a Novel Month. Over the course of the month I wrote fifty thousand words, and with the help of friends, readers, and an anonymous benefactor my good friend Michael Bekemeyer and I raised over $1000 for his upcoming film project, Gush. It was an amazing experience, and I am incredibly proud to have been able to both write that much as well as see people turn out to for what is, in essence, a crowdsource creative project.
Around all that writing, though, life went on.
The workdays rolled by.
I spent time with friends far and near.
I traveled out to my mom’s for a fantastic laughter-filled Thanksgiving.
I went on a date.
The picture above was taken on my way home this past weekend. It’s a view that is both familiar, and yet different every time. Just like every day that passes; a new view, a new challenge, a new take on life. I think I’m finally settling, so to speak, into who I am by myself. I’m finding balance. I’m discovering new things. I’m laughing. I’m living.
The holiday season is well in gear, and this one promises to be as different as I could possibly make it. Christmas will hold little that is familiar, I think. But, to be honest, the past six months have been all about rebirth, and life will continue to be about that.
Should we not be renewed every day? Each sunrise holds a new promise, each day bears the potential to be more that just time that trickles through our fingers.
I realized today that I have a bibliography. I knew that before, but it hadn’t really sunk in yet. I have four novellas published, an anthology, and am in three others with another in the works. The fact that I can list those off makes me realize that I am what I make of myself. A long, long time ago I dreamed of being a writer. Looking back I realize that I have always been a writer, but now I’m a published writer. I threw caution to the winds, dove into the deep end. And found, in the process, that I could swim rather well, and when I tired I’d made friends that held me up.
My next project is the get those fifty thousand words edited and sorted and published.
In addition I’ve made a bit of a promise to my nephews. I’ve promised to write something suitable for my nephew to read. So in the future there will be a tale about a boy and his little brother who discover a baby dragon living in a library, a wee little fire hazard whenever it gets hiccups, and the things they do to try to cure the hiccups before all of the books they love are put in danger!
You can never your fingers in too many pies, right? And who knows, maybe I’ll be able to illustrate it and find that sometime in the future Boggles the dragon will be a favorite of children far and wide.
Head in the clouds?
Wide eyed and day dreaming?
And I wouldn’t be any other way.