I've always been a storyteller.
When I was 6 years old, I wrote a story about unicorns and on some of my grandpa's scratch paper made illustrations and had him staple it together into a book. All in crayon.
I've been telling stories ever since.
So why is it that I'm 40 and I'm just getting ready to publish my first book?
That's a questions I've been asking myself for a long time. Its not that I wasn't writing. I've written enough to fill multiple novels; some original and some in the safe, unpublishable world of fanfiction. No pressure there, though admittedly fanfiction readers can be a hard crowd to please.
I came up with any number of excuses; it was too stressful, it was too hard, what if no one wanted to read it? Where did my book fit? Who would publish it? Would they put a cover on it I hated? Don't I have to quit art to be a writer or quit writing to be an artist? What if everything went wrong? What if I failed?
But it hit me, that old cliche: the only sure way to fail is not to try. I was going to write anyway. I was going to paint anyway. Might as well share it with the world. Even if my audience is small, there's someone who's going to be better for having read it. I didn't have to write Siddhartha or The Metamorphosis for my words to be important to someone, to give someone a little happiness, some beauty in a world that isn't always very nice.
So its coming soon, the first novel; The Red Triskelion which is an adult twist on Little Red Riding Hood, with romance, sex and some tropes dangling by their ankles over a cliff. It's fun and sexy and maybe it even has a moral.
There will be more to come. There will be more paintings and more fanworks too. There are lots stories to tell. I hope you'll stick around to hear them.
When I was 6 years old, I wrote a story about unicorns and on some of my grandpa's scratch paper made illustrations and had him staple it together into a book. All in crayon.
I've been telling stories ever since.
So why is it that I'm 40 and I'm just getting ready to publish my first book?
That's a questions I've been asking myself for a long time. Its not that I wasn't writing. I've written enough to fill multiple novels; some original and some in the safe, unpublishable world of fanfiction. No pressure there, though admittedly fanfiction readers can be a hard crowd to please.
I came up with any number of excuses; it was too stressful, it was too hard, what if no one wanted to read it? Where did my book fit? Who would publish it? Would they put a cover on it I hated? Don't I have to quit art to be a writer or quit writing to be an artist? What if everything went wrong? What if I failed?
But it hit me, that old cliche: the only sure way to fail is not to try. I was going to write anyway. I was going to paint anyway. Might as well share it with the world. Even if my audience is small, there's someone who's going to be better for having read it. I didn't have to write Siddhartha or The Metamorphosis for my words to be important to someone, to give someone a little happiness, some beauty in a world that isn't always very nice.
So its coming soon, the first novel; The Red Triskelion which is an adult twist on Little Red Riding Hood, with romance, sex and some tropes dangling by their ankles over a cliff. It's fun and sexy and maybe it even has a moral.
There will be more to come. There will be more paintings and more fanworks too. There are lots stories to tell. I hope you'll stick around to hear them.