I love writing blog posts. Last year, I wrote a bunch of blog posts designed to help the writer who was just getting started or was still struggling with those first few books. It was called Why I Love to Write, and the posts are still all available to read by following the link denoted by the blue text up there. This year, I am writing about the things that make me wonder why people as a whole do the things we do. The series is called Thoughts That Hurt to Think, and I hope you have been keeping up with those posts. If not…once again, follow that blue link for more.
Right now, however, I want to talk about what you want. Continue reading “Because what you want matters to me…”
For me, thoughts that hurt to think are still fun to write about. That’s the theme for my blog this year, and I sort of hope the reason you’re stopping by is because you have been enjoying them so much. A lot of the knowledge that we all live with can be a little mind-bending, but that doesn’t mean critical thinking should be tossed out just to keep it straight.
I don’t just blog, though; I write books, too. My favorite question of all time, since I first learned what a question was, has always been ‘what if…?’ Those two words can start off infinite endings, with even more questions arising from each answer. Sometimes these thought experiments can teach us things in a way that talking about the real world can’t, and sometimes it takes a while to spell them out properly. Books have always meant a great deal to me; now that I write them, they mean even more. I’ve been known to go on and on about where my ideas come from and how I view my characters, but that’s not what we’re here for.
Today I want to talk about the book I have just completed. Continue reading “When the last thing you want to be is you…”
You might come here every week to have fun thinking thoughts that hurt to think with me. If you do, I appreciate it. Blogging has been more enjoyable for me than I thought possible, and this series has taken that to a new level. Last year I wrote a series of blogs called Why I Love to Write, and if you read those posts you already know what I’m about to tell you.
I don’t just write blogs; I also write books. The books called to me first, and I honestly only started writing a blog to gain more visibility for my books. After awhile I realized that I can do different things with each outlet, and that blogging had become almost as rewarding to me as writing books.
Almost. Continue reading “Limited Edition Release!”
There are a lot of references to the proverbial son when it comes to telling a good story, but it’s just a figure of speech. Nowadays the proverbial daughter has great opportunity to tell her story as well, and it’s exciting to see female protagonists and antagonists becoming even more popular than their male counterparts in many instances. With some prestigious learning institutions and accredited universities demanding the recognition of over seventy other gender distinctions, that adds up to a lot of versions of the proverbial offspring. Continue reading “Thoughts That Hurt to Think #020 – The Hero Always Gets Lost!”
Well, it was bound to come, and here it is. This is officially the final installment in this blog series. I might pick it up again later, when I have more to say on the subjects of writing and publishing; if I do, it will be on the website that a blog like this belonged in the first place.
That’s SuddenInsightPublishing.com, which is where this blog will likely move to after I get a good start on the next one. I mean, we don’t want the page to be empty, or anywhere near it; but we do want folks to know that I will no longer be writing about writing on my website.
Of course, I’ll still be writing. It will be a weekly blog, just like this one was; but the similarities kind of end there. This next blog is not for the writer I was yesterday, or the writer who finds themselves in that place in one way or another. This blog will be for my readers, and it is designed to help them get to know me a little better while hopefully being screamingly entertaining all at the same time. Continue reading “Why I Love To Write #035 – New Year, New Mission”
With Christmas fast approaching, it seems like a good time to look back at the year as it wraps up. It’s no coincidence that I would think of gifts at this time; not because there are some under the tree, but because the year has been full of them. I used to be foolish enough to believe that tripe about giving being better than receiving, until one of my heroes pointed out what lopsided thinking that was. Harv Eker taught me that the math doesn’t work that way, since the giving and the receiving need to be equal if both are to exist. People that don’t know how to receive are as incomplete as people that don’t know how to give, and all of the gifts life tries to give them are received begrudgingly or not at all. Continue reading “Why I Love To Write #034 – A Special Gift”
I was more than a little surprised when I heard how many authors view fan fiction in a negative light. Although I’m not suggesting that anyone might be thinking of writing something based in one of the worlds I have built, I am certainly completely on board if they do. It was during one of the many regular conversations we have about books and publishing that Dawn brought up some of the points she has heard authors bring up, when they cast that light on fan fiction. I found a lot of it weird, and wondered if maybe I was the one being weird. Again.
Let me tell you what I think, and you can feel free to let me know why you think my thinking is wrong on this. Or, if you are a writer that’s considering writing a story in one of my worlds…well, read on with delight. Continue reading “Why I Love To Write #033 – Fan Fiction”
One of the most valuable tools I employ in continually finding myself is the regular practice of asking questions. I get answers from books and wise friends, but the most valuable answers always seem to be hidden within me. Books can tell me that happiness is found in pursuing our dreams, and my intuition can confirm it; but who can tell me what that dream is, other than me? And how do I follow it? I wrestled with those questions for a few agonizing years before I realized the answer had been staring me in the face the whole time. It was by asking other questions, that I found those answers. Want to hear my favorite, or at least one of them?
If you could do anything with your life, what would it be? Continue reading “Why I Love To Write #032 – If You Could Do Anything”
If you read last week’s post, ‘An Author’s Friends’, then you know that I don’t always see things the same way other people do. I examine them, and find how they work for me. Friendships aren’t for talking about the weather and passing the time, for me; and family is not about blood. There is a term I ran across a long time ago that I have used freely ever since. I would wager that I found it in a Richard Bach book first, and be happy to give him both gratitude and credit for the term.
It’s one of those phrases that make sense right away, as soon as a couple of words come together. The phrase is ‘intellectual family’, and it has never meant more to me than it does now. These are the folks that have had those thoughts that we find ourselves wondering if anyone else has ever had. In keeping them to ourselves, to protect ourselves, we keep our own intellectual family away. Authors have bridged that gap for me before, as I pointed out a book on someone’s bookshelf and asked what the reader thought of the author’s thoughts. Continue reading “Why I Love To Write #030 – An Author’s Family”
Some folks may think that I have some odd ideas around concepts like friendship and family. That’s okay; I probably feel the same about their ideas. It would be difficult to find an avid reader who did not feel a certain kind of connection with at least one author. Many of us feel that we owe a debt to several authors that could not possibly be repaid; I know I do. I joked about most of my best friends being dead, back when I was reading more philosophy than most folks thought was good for me. I didn’t really consider them friends, though; and they weren’t all dead. I held both the living and the dead in equal awe, if they were authors that had touched or changed me; and they were more distant god-like figures than buddies in actuality to me.
As an author, I have had to reassess this. When I first got into this, I knew I would have to dedicate serious time to writing and publishing my books. Any book on any business is going to address the fact that business owners often give up a lot in the beginning. It’s the same for the artist. One of the most common things that get put aside are old friendships. That hour or two or three that an employee can spend a couple times a week hanging out and shooting the breeze with a buddy often falls off the business owner’s much tighter schedule. Anyone looking to follow any dream has to assess the value of every hour spent, and whether their friendships are helping or hurting their dream. Continue reading “Why I Love To Write #029 – An Author’s Friends”