The best way to start this post out is with a disclaimer. I might seem a little harsh when I’m telling writers and authors how much responsibility they have towards their books and their legacy. I don’t mean it to sound that way, except towards myself. I got in touch with my inner drill sergeant a long time ago, and much of who I am and what I have came from letting the guy be a little brutal with me from time to time. In the end that’s what this blog is, one long letter to Yesterday Jay. If it sounds like I’m being a bit forceful about my more than occasional kick in the pants rant, don’t take it personally.
He’s my drill sergeant; that’s my job. Continue reading “Why I Love To Write Bonus Post – If I Just Reach One Person”
It’s pretty rare for a month to go by where I don’t make some kind of comment about the way all of our collective problems seem rooted in excessive propagation of our species by less than ideal propagators. There is one thing that explosive population growth is good for, though. On any given day, there are more people on this planet than there were the day before. On any given day, more children become adults than ever before. (The first should give hope to the YA author; the second gives hope to those of us writing for our worldly readers.)
We may be using up more oil every day than ever before, and more water and even precious air; there are all kinds of things that we only have so much of that are threatened by there being so many of us. There is one thing that some of us can’t get enough of, though; and the more people that make more people, the better our odds of finding them. They’re the Blessed Reader, of course; and it’s nice to remember that they are one natural resource that is very far from being endangered or extinct. Every generation seems to worry that the next generation won’t read, and that literature will die as they take control of the world.
That is so not going to happen. Continue reading “Why I Love To Write #025 – A Million Friends”
If there is one thing that has always been important to me, it’s reading. When I did it for escape, it saved me from the reality that was trying to shape me into something other than I longed to be. Books show us that there isn’t just a whole other world out there; there are endless other worlds out there! Reading can give sweet escape to the overwhelmed, a fresh perspective to an old and tired viewpoint, and a whole new start to what may have otherwise been a dead end life. I should know; it did all those things for me. Continue reading “Why I Love To Write #024 – The Blessed Reader”
For awhile there I had a newsletter and didn’t even know it. When I started listening to author interviews and reading more current news on writing, I told Dawn I needed a newsletter. She told me I already had one. She had put it together awhile ago, and tried to keep folks abreast of what was going on with me through it. I told her that I needed to be messaging these people directly, consistently. She reminded me that she had brought that up many times; I had brushed it aside, and said nobody cared. Well, of course nobody cared. I wasn’t doing anything with it.
I apologized, again, and asked her to help me get it figured out. We already had a handful of subscribers, and she showed me the list. It was pretty much her, my mom and me. There were a few others, and bless them; but you get the point. It was time to let people know who I was, and what I stand for, and that I was ready to take my subscriber list seriously. Hmmm…how do I do that, again? Continue reading “Why I Love To Write Bonus Post – The Newsletter”