I’m Baaack!

Like Moses, I had to wander in the (writing) desert for 40 years because I wasn’t in any condition to enter the Promised Land.

My condition was severe confidence deficiency.

You don’t need to know that; I need to know that.

In the time since I’ve last posted, I’ve been writing. A lot. I’ve filled notebooks with ideas and my ramblings about life. What is written in those books isn’t important; it’s that they exist, a testament to my writing apprenticeship. I have two novels in revision, a short story nearing its final draft; I am on the cusp of doing what I’ve wanted to do since I was 17: publish.

I think I need an audience. At least a pretend audience. As I’ve written in my notebooks lately, and as I’ve gotten ideas to write in there but felt it belonged somewhere else, I realized I am ready to do this blog thing. I’m ready to have a online writing presence and not a blog that feels like a huge pain in the butt to even bother with.

I’ve read through some of the posts I’ve made on this site. I was surprised. Surprised at how many I did, surprised at the time elapsed between now and many of the early posts, and surprised that each post isn’t complete trash. Confidence. I’ve seen that what I’ve been writing about in my notebooks and my stories is the same stuff I wrote about one here.

So here we go.

I read the The Birthmark by Nathaniel Hawthorne last night. I can’t wait to tell the internet about it…