Saturday, March 10, 2007

It's Never Too Late

I was born, grew up, and remain in the Savannah, GA area. A book lover before I could read, I have wanted to be a writer always. My more practical(?) side (along with my parents) guided me down a more pragmatic career path in order to pay the bills. So, I'm a paralegal by profession and closet writer waiting for the proper moment to emerge.

Passing time and age, however, are telling me that the "proper moment" does not always arrive in the form of an epiphany, and that if I truly want to write a novel before I die [I'm approaching middle age on a bullet train], I better start writing more than snippets in a notebook and scribbles on napkins; stop waiting for divine proclamation from the sky to tell me which idea is the idea upon which I need to focus, and just pick one, take the appropriate actions and see it through to The End, for better or worse.
Pages add up.
Must write pages.


The urge to write something substantive, whether published or un, has remained a constant with me. I have however, up to very recently, suffered from acute episodes of marriage-itis, childrenitis, workitis, and a most chronic case of procrastinative nonsticktoitiveness, causing myriad projects to go unfinished. Luckily, as with most writers, my New Year brings with it lists of goals. This year, as with the previous, my list includes prolificness in pursuit of the writer's dream.

I plan to hold myself accountable here.

Hopefully, I will gain company along the way.

I plan to write my way out of the closet,
one word at a time.