Where will the wandering writing wildebeests roam next?

It’s been a fun experience getting to learn the Wattpad platform and community over the past few months. Having observed some great talent serialize their works through online distribution, I am glad to have tried it out.

That said, it’s been close to 10 years since I completed work on my debut novel and less than 9 since I self-published it in 2005. 10 years later and I still haven’t recouped the initial cost of publication. But I didn’t write Human Resources for the money. Like graduating college, I ultimately did it to prove a point to myself that I could be persistent enough to see it through.

Since writing that book 10 years ago, I’ve had 10 years of experience reading new and interesting books. I have discovered authors that the person I was wouldn’t have read back then and have learned a great deal more about what great writing can look and sound like. And, I still have a ways to go. Maybe that’s why I hesitate to write anything new.

There are also new challenges I face as a person who is 10 years older, married, and a father of three. This isn’t to say that I don’t aspire to write again. I’m just not sure, outside of blogging, when that will be.

So, with that I'll leave you with a link to a pretentious aspirational poem I wrote not long after my novel called Bohemian Urge.

Happy writing. Happy reading!

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