I dare not call it a career or even a job. Writing just seems to be something I can't stop doing.
When attempting to succeed in the arts--whether it be music, art, film, dance, or writing--first there must be a belief that you have something to offer that others don't. You practice, hone and research. Try once, throw it out, and try again. Sometimes you decide it is no longer worth pursuing. I've pursued a number or artistic endeavors throughout my life, but writing is the one that keeps coming back. It always has.
But does that make my musings worthy of supporting me? In a materialistic manner? I am not vain enough to think that like geniuses of centuries past, my prose is meant for readers of future generations, and thus I shall never see the true worth of these words in my lifetime. lol No...not that.
My dream...I am foolish enough to have those...is to manage to support myself with my maunderings. This year is the year of the agent hunt. It is a dreary process, but one you must struggle through in this particular area of the arts. But mostly, you must believe in yourself. Your voice.
Time and again I have tried writing "for the market." Ultimately, my works tend to live in the margins of those popular markets, but never in the fast lane. Perhaps that will be my epithet..."From the sidelines."
It's not a bad place to be. You get to see a lot of life from that angle. And you will never really end up in the middle, due to a lack to fitting in, if you will.
Currently, I am querying my latest work "The Heart of the Dragon," and just starting on the next idea. Novel or novella remains to be seen for The King's Mistress. NASCAR cranks up in just a couple more weeks and I'll be returning to the world of sports opinion on a weekly basis.
I am hoping to make this blog something more regular over the next few months. It will take a bit to find this one's focus...NASCAR Notes took me in a direction I never believed I could achieve, really never intended to achieve...I covered a Sprint Cup race from the infield! That there is proof that the improbably can happen if you follow your heart. Good things come from good effort.
Well, that's all for this morning. I shall return when I have more to share :) Enjoy the snow! We've got enough of it.