On June 23rd, I began this blog with a post entitled The Journey Begins Yet Again and the words:
I’ve been a writer on and off for the last 24 years. I’ve started several blogs, written and completed 3 books, have about 13 more in various stages, and even published a few articles on Helium.com. Yet, every day I struggle to be a writer.
Two hundred and one posts in six years isn’t really a record setting trend I know, but still a reason to celebrate because it means I’ve kept with it. There has got to be some crazy statistic out there that states how many people start a blog but don’t keep with it. If you know or find it, can you please share it in the comments?
Great ideas, and then no audience. Not so great ideas, and then realizing all I was doing was venting. Somewhat good ideas, but getting bored with them or not seeing an sort of potential. I’ve blogged through all those conditions.
Even though I haven’t posted regularly on this one, I’ve still kept it up because I had to. First because I needed a place to write when I wasn’t working on my books. Then, as it got closer to my first book being published, it became my author platform. I figured if I could at least promote stuff here, I wouldn’t worry about having a website. Of course, in the back of my head, I knew I needed one. However, it wasn’t until a friend of mine recently reminded me that I was actually targeting two different audiences with the two different sites that I decided I needed to maintain both. This blog is more for me, as a writer, giving practical advice to other writers whereas the SOH website is me, as an author, sharing what’s going on inside my head as I’m writing. Sometimes that might be the same thing, others times it’s definitely different. Either way, my goal is building a community that addresses the need of its members without confusing them.
My writing journey isn’t going to stop anytime soon. If anything it’s going to pick up its pace. Writing two blogs and releasing at least one, if not two, books a year, makes that a requirement. My attitude toward my writing is constantly changing and evolving. I’m still not in the place I want to be as a writer. Will I ever be? Eventually, I think. Thing is, I’m no longer alone like I felt I was when I started this blog. I’ve discovered the wonderful world of indie writers and their supporters. There are a few in it who I know would seriously kick my ass if I quit on myself and my dream. They’ve already helped me refocus several times and given me wonderful feedback and advice that has made my WIP my best work yet.
Looking back only serves as a point of reflection, learning, or condemnation, if I let all the would, should, and could haves overwhelm me. Looking forward over the next six years, I see:
- Better speech recognition software – Of all the software I have used, Google’s seems to be the best. At least it recognizes what I’m saying, although I have to remember it doesn’t know all the punctuation. Right now, I can still type faster than I can dictate.
- The written word isn’t going away any time soon – As much as podcasts and videos permeate our lives, we still need the written word, even if it’s only stored in digital format and not printed. Not all of us are sexy models or have a voice that can inspire millions, so we need a place where those two factors won’t take away from the message we are trying to get across.
- Technology may advance, but there will always be a need for humans – An AI co-wrote a short novel, which made it past the first round of judging in a competition. The judges eliminated the submission because it lacked character depth. Human writers have that problem, so it doesn’t surprise me that a machine would as well. To truly understand what it means to be human requires emotional intelligence and insight that can’t be gained from programming or analyzing patterns.
- No matter what happens, I will always be a writer – I’ve been through too much and be given too big a dream to quit now. Although I’d like writing to support me for the rest of my life, my writing journey is not about the money or leaving a mark on history, but finishing what I started.
Thank you to all of you who have been a part of this adventure, whether it’s been only momentary visit or sticking with me through the whole six years. It means a lot. The mere act of pausing life to read my words made a difference, even if it was only a subtle one. Is that what all authors’ strive for?