There comes a time in everyone's life when they realize they've been skirting what could be considered their calling. I've been a writer all my life, but only started writing a few years ago. Imagine that.
At 41 years of age I finally quit telling that little bug in my head to shut up. There was one big problem; everything I may have learned about the language in school had to be relearned. I'm still at it. Hey, it's a complicated language.
The good thing is I've been fairly successful in my early carreer. With a novcella coming out soon and quite a few short stories published, not to mention at least one big sale to a trade publication, I've been fortunate in the fact I've had slightly more rejections than publications thus far. I realize I'm the exception and not the rule, and I may be jinxing myself for even mentioning it, but oh well.
I plan to use this blog as a place not necessarily for posting my successes or failures, but as a log documenting my journey from here on out.
Wish me luck.
