2011 will be the
pivotal year when I decided that I was a writer – not just someone who
sometimes wrote. I embraced it and plunged into the adventure wholeheartedly!
This adventure
started years ago, quite possibly when I was 1 ½ years old and pretending to be
an errand reporter, a man-on-the-street reporter and photojournalist and newspaper
magnate and publisher…
Perhaps, it started
more properly when I was in my formative years and writing short stories in my light
blue Fisher-Price typewriter; or writing plays in my teens; or writing poems
and songs in my college years; or publishing my personal zine in my twenties.
It could have been
cemented by my first work experience in a publishing house or by my latest
college degree in electronic publishing.
Maybe it was
unhappiness and an innate desire to fight back injustice mated with gallows humor, or it could have been
my friend’s infectious exultation and call to play NaNoWriMo with him.
Ultimately it was
losing my job that opened the door to my writing career. I finally had the time
and the creative juices were flowing.
Certainly it wasn’t
lack of support and encouragement! I had and continue to have plenty of that,
and I am so grateful for it.
In 2012, I hope to
find another day job, but I will never abandon my writing again. My plan is to
continue this adventure wherever it may lead; certainly new ideas keep
flowing and I will follow them.
Publishing adds
another dimension to my life, one I enjoy immensely and one which expands my
own horizons (sometimes in unexpected ways). It’s both a blessing and a drug I
can’t give up.
New beginnings are sometimes
rebirths and no less exciting. Cherish yours in whatever guise they may come!
Happy New Year.
