Back in July I realized after finishing my educational career that I missed writing. I began a blog to "release" those creative juices. The first blog was a bucket list in which I wrote the 10 things I would like to do if time and money was no issue. For a month I wrote pretty much everyday, but I found myself starting at #10 on that list, to make a career writing.
I don't know where it happened or when it happened, but I decided I was going to write a book. I quit blogging and for a month I did research on a book. I do know on the 3rd of October, 2011, I began writing my novel. I chuckle when I look at the original notes of my book and what actually ended up on paper. What is so funny, is the main character, John Fowler, was simply noted as hero. I had no idea who John was or what he was going to be about. It was literally on October 3rd, that John was created. I didn't know his convoluted back-story or that my novel would become a character driven novel. I didn't know about his murdered wife Sam, her killer, and a Virginian Senator that at times sounds like Foghorn Leghorn. I didn't know about any of these characters, but today I've got notes everywhere about them, and what they're going to do through my first four books.
I don't know how many times I almost threw in the towel, but each time I was about to, something was said from a friend, or someone at church, or just an innocent comment made by someone in passing that kept me going. Today I have finished a novel, and it's sitting in a publisher's hands.
I had a friend that asked me if it went no further have I acomplished something, and the answer is yes, I have. I was good with it. I was fine; win, lose or draw. Notice I'm using the word was. Something changed today. Today I was sitting in church and there was a guest speaker. Today the speaker said, "God knows your dreams, even the ones you dare not voice."
The dreams I dare not voice. So have I voiced my dreams? I don't know, I put it down on a bucket list, but it was something I said I would like to do if money was no option and time wasn't either.
So let me say it, loud and proud. I want to be a publisher author, and I want to make a living at it. Will I? Only God knows the answer to that question, but I can tell you, I'm going to do my best to make it happen. I may never be James Patterson, but by golly, James Patterson may never be David Carner.
So there it is. I don't know what's going to happen, but I do know I'm going to give this thing my all. If you'd like to help, it's real simple. When this book is published (we're being positive here) I ask you give it a shot and tell all your friends. Anything you can post or share online, in advance, I thank you.