You all know that I’m in the
middle (or, to be more accurate, near the beginning) of The Legend of Charzahn. I
really need to pick up my pace, but that’s beside the point of today’s ramble.
As any writer should know, I’m
taking pains to get my story done. The thinking, the writing, the eventual
editing, then the scrapping of probably over half of my work, then the
re-edits, and so on.
And that’s just one of my books.
I have more in the back of my head. Way, waaaay more.
What do I hope to gain out of
all this?
Well, a feeling of
accomplishment, definitely. A modest degree of popularity, and recognition for
my developing talents. Good friends who understand my efforts. And a rabid fan
following screaming my name as I step out of the limousine would be nice, too. Hey,
I’m just saying, I wouldn’t turn it down if I ever got offered it, alright?
Then there’s this:
No arguing with wanting that, is there?
And, well, let’s not beat around
the bush. I also happen to want to make money.
Who doesn’t?
