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Embracing the chaos
Some thoughts on publishing…
There are three primary tasks a writer must undertake to get her work into the hands of readers: writing, publishing, and marketing.
Out of those three, I respectfully submit, publishing is by far the easiest.
Writing a book is hard, and writing a good book is even harder – at least from the perspective of the inexperienced writer. Most people who think about writing a book never start one. Most people who start one never finish it. And most people who finish a book never polish it to the point where it’s ready for prime-time and/or never get it out the door for one reason or another.
To write a good book, you have to put in the time in terms of reading with intent, learning about the craft, gaining mastery of the tools at your disposal, and putting all that into practice with book after book (some of…
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Today, I have a little story to tell. It all started with this guy. He was having a pretty good day, his appointments had gone swimmingly and he was headed home for the day. He had to stop and get some gasoline and while went into the convenience shop. There, he saw the greatest gastronomical achievement of man: the honey bun. He grabbed two. As he returned to his car he unwrapped a bun and started enjoying it immensely. As he hit the highway he began merging into the left lane and heard a horrible screeching sound and a horn blaring. He had almost been hit! He nearly died! And to think he wasn’t even done with the glorious honey bun! Granted, him stuffing his face with the honey bun may have significantly influenced this whole episode. But maybe…just maybe, it was the honey bun that saved him?
The man in the story was me, a very recent me at that. And my postulation is this: that there must be some correlation between honey buns and immortality. Give me a second here. Think about it, have you ever heard of a story where there was a honey bun involved and it didn’t turn out well? Have you ever heard of someone who still had a honey bun to finish and somehow met with a tragic end? NO. You haven’t and neither have I- and trust me, I’ve done my own bit of investigative research, used the internet and everything. I’ve looked.
IS IT IMPOSSIBLE TO DIE WITH AN UNFINISHED HONEY BUN?! Somehow, the honey bun has manifested itself as the elixir of life, and it has been in plain sight all this time. Now, don’t get greedy or take advantage of this situation lest it lose its magical power. But the universe has gifted that little dough ball with a spectacular trait. It’s already delicious, frosty, tasty, a straight up surgary goodness. But it can also save your life given certain circumstances; given the obvious down side of this could arguably be obesity and/or diabetes. But hey, maybe if you workout regularly, eat healthy, and always have an unfinished honey bun…you might just live forever.
(disclaimer: this epiphany has not been tried and tested enough to rely solely on the magnificence of honey buns alone, try seat belts and all that too)
“You don’t write because you want to say something, you write because you have something to say.” – F. Scott Fitzgerald
I’ve heard and read from many different sources that the key to successful writing is writing everyday. While I do sit around spending a lot of time thinking, rarely does it manifest into anything substantial. All this thinking is leading me to a conclusion: thinking without doing is terribly inefficient and overall, generally unproductive. For example, have you ever thought something up in your head that sounds fantastic, then when you try to relay it to another you tend to agree with them that you sound a bit like an idiot? That was rhetorical, so I won’t be answering.
So, in doing (writing), I hope to be learning. My goal is to learn a little something new everyday. A single day may seem insignificant, but what if in that single day you learn something new? What if you learn seven something news? Now add up those days. Everyday. You end up learning quite a bit.
And so, writing a blog should help me, probably more than it can help you, regardless of what gems you might uncover reading this. The trouble is like in all things, staying committed. We tend to approach new tasks with tenacity and excitement and then fade away pretty quickly. So, I must have resolve to continue working on this everyday. Maybe I’ll try to learn something interesting and pass it along to you, the reader. Maybe that will keep you committed to reading this too. Because as much as I want to write for myself, it would be unendingly more exciting if I could include you too.
I’d like to say that this story has been a long time coming. I fought off writing for reasons I can’t completely explain. But I feel like it is important to tell. I learned alot over the past few years (we’ll get in to that mess later) and hopefully you can learn a little too. Part of why I am telling my story in this format is because I can write it you specifically. If you’re reading this, you’re with me now, seeing it as I saw it, feeling it as I felt it. We’re in this together. And lucky for you, you can go through some of my more unpleasant experiences without actually having to do it.
But what is luck really? To me, now anyway, it’s subjective. Statistically, I’m in an elite class of, I think, only about 3%. This is the estimation of people who get what I got, and go through what I’ve gone through. Now that can be a bit misleading, because plenty of people get it, unfortunately, (it’s now at about 1/3 chance you will at some point in your life…sorry) but my path is still unique. So anyway, that’s technically incredibly unlucky certainly, but my life followed a very specific path that made me lucky beyond belief. I honestly believe that it happened how it happened and couldn’t of happened any other way…because I am still alive.
So, to leave you with a bit of a teaser, follow along on my next post and I’ll tell you a bit more about my life thus far.