Hello everyone! It’s been one helluva long time. If you’ve visited this site in the last year or so, you’ll surely have noticed a lack of anything new. Now however, you’ll find a lack of anything but this very post. The reason for that is that I’ve outgrown all of that previous content, and while it served its purpose at the time, it has no weight with the me you see now. that said, my muse is bursting with fresh new ideas, and I’m all about ready to go. So what happened?
Put simply, I turned my back on my muse, and instead chose a path of flat, uninspired, commercial writing. I freelanced fictional pieces to clients all over the world, covering a range of genres and age ranges. I enjoyed it, for a time, but then depression settled in. Writing to a brief and spec is the fastest way to close yourself off from your craft, trust me. It got to a stage where I had no time to write for myself, and to be honest my desire for writing at all slowly dwindled away. I was in a funk, to say the least. When a children’s book I had written turned up all illustrated and lovely on a couple of bookshelves, it tipped me over the edge. A short story I had written and sold for a measly two hundred pounds had made its way through the publishing world, and it crushed me to realise that I could’ve done that for myself.
Fast forward to now, I can see that seeing some text I had written on a shelf was not my reason for a years worth of absence and depression. I mean, the publisher had paid for professional editing services, likely a couple of rewrites, and some pretty damned good illustrations. It was not MY product on that shelf; it had evolved and taken shape far beyond that of some first draft I churned out in forty-five minutes. I’d been on and off with depression for a good number of years by that point, and the only hit I took from that publication was a swift one to the ego.
No, my retreat from writing was what I needed to finally FIX that depression, and evolve into the person I am today. I needed to discover myself, figure out what it is that I want to do, and find my purpose in life. I’ve learned, I’ve meditated, I’ve listened and created, and I’ve come out the other end with a mission and a message. But all that’s for my other blog. This blog, this post, it’s about fiction. My fiction.
I recently read The War of Art by Steven Pressfield, and it clarified a few things for me. I need to write everyday, no exceptions. But more importantly, I need to write what I want to write. I am a writer. I always have been. To not write and share is as foolish as a runner chopping off his legs. The very act of writing is what makes me… me.
I’ve recently been reading a lot in the fields of self development and philosophy, and I’ve been sharing those ideas through social media and my Life Mastery blog. That has changed my life. I feel in sync with myself, complete. But I haven’t been writing fiction, and I keep hearing that voice whispering in my ear. I know the longer I put it off, the more chance it has of dragging me down. I’ve made excuses for not starting up again, enough to stretch to the moon and back, but I know it’s time to shut up that resistance and get on. I have been, and hopefully am, a pro after all. Time to get back to it.
So what can you expect from this blog now?
Right now I just have some ideas. I’d like to keep a weekly web serial running at all times, I’d like to refine my craft by working through various text and exercise books, and I’d like to share writing ideas and mastery tips. I’m going to write and publish works through amazon also, so you’ll occasionally see me advertise those novels and short stories. But this is the start.
So, thank you for reading if I’ve kept you this far! I’ll be sure to keep you updated with the exact details just as soon as I have them. For now, please hit that follow button. My first web serial will be starting soon, and I’ll be sharing all kinds of writing related posts. Until next time, happy writing!