Every time I meander into a supermarket these days, as soon as I step foot through the sliding door, my brain almost instantly becomes a pile of mushy goo. The goo that was my brain becomes ever goopier as I walk up and down the aisles, taking in all the sights and sounds. And the choices.
Too many choices.
When I’m done shopping, it’s like trying to think through a block of wood, I can barely remember where I left my car. Thankfully, I have a trusty list and a general sense that I shouldn’t buy everything that strikes my fancy. The point is we are presented with millions of choices in the confined space of the grocery store, and yet we are able to winnow the choices down based on what is best for us. (more…)
Whether you’re an aspiring writer (meaning you haven’t written a word yet) or you have a couple books under your belt, you will begin to question why you are writing or what you should write about.
It happens to everyone.
[the original version of this was lost to the digital wasteland of the internet, where I can only hope that it has found a happy and fulfilling life, with wife and family, maybe a house in the country with a dog and a willing audience that it can tell itself to. I wish it all the best. Since I will never see it again, I automatically assume it’s superior to this version and if you don’t like this version, you can assume that there is a much better and for more engaging version out there somewhere, living a happy and successful life. For those with too much time on their hands, or the chronically insane, you can search for this lost version, but I don’t hold much hope. I doubt it wants to be found since the expectation would be staggeringly unfair to live up to. I don’t blame it for staying away, that is even if it could come back. But I digress.]
As much as I deeply dislike making trips to the store, when the trip becomes a multi-stop journey, my enjoyment level plummets to depths previously unrecorded by mortal men. Walmart, I suppose, makes me cranky. Can you blame me? Walmart is all too easy for an example, but really it’s all shopping that irks me. Which is why on this particular Saturday, knowing that I would have to venture out to brave the retail world, I woke up and steeled myself for a day devoid of happiness and joy.
If you have a story to tell, or even better lots of stories to tell, you can be an author, and a successful one at that. When you make the choice to be a successful author, you will one day find yourself sitting at home, typing away, when it hits you. I’m writing a book. That other people want to buy. Mine. This will be a wonderful moment, one I hope to nudge you in the direction of sooner than later. (more…)