I’ve loved to write since I was in high school. Probably typical. I admired the writers I read and the books we studied in English Lit class. I got tremendously artsy overall during this time, including a deep love for music and art. I tried to play musical instruments, but I never got good enough to really take it anywhere. It didn’t even occur to me to pick up a pencil and draw. Well, no, that’s a lie. I have envied artists that can draw beautiful pictures, and I’ve tried to do it, but instantly gave up. So, I stuck to writing because I thought it was fun and it clicked.
The up and down nature of life is one of those mysteries I don’t think humanity will ever fully comprehend. And I think that’s why we love to tell stories so much because it helps us think through it, process it, feel it in a way that puts it in perspective.
The other day, I released Part 2 of my serial Orphan’s Hollow. It’s exclusively available on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited. Anyway, I ran a promotion on Valentine’s day and it hit the #2 spot on one of their charts. So, needless to say, that was fun to see and exciting. At the same time, I took a trip up to Duluth as a small getaway with my wife. Also, fantastic.
It’s these high moments I try to appreciate the most. To soak all the small things up as best that I can. Because the present gets swept away by the future in a heartbeat and if you let it, you could miss all of it. So, needless to say, I really enjoyed February 14th, 2017.
I wrote in the library this morning. Well, more like edited, but same thing, right? It was quieter than usual. Most days children swarm around the kid’s books making all kinds of noises while the adults goof around on the computers, doing pretty much anything other than reading. Libraries have become all things to all people, I guess. The books stare longingly at the children and adults who would much rather stare at an illuminated computer screen.
I’m one of those adults. Somedays I’ll go to the library to check out books or look at their “For Sale” section, but it’s rare. Whenever I’m in the mood to check out books, I usually take way too many than I actually need. The librarians probably think I’m crazy with the stack of books I run off with. And yes, I’ve racked up quite the fines in my day (mostly college), but I do better at returning them on time now.
I woke up around 4:00 AM this morning and couldn’t get back to sleep. This is rare. The below zero temperatures and the short days must be messing with my head. It seems like this is becoming a common thread each year. Hopefully, I don’t get that nasty virus like I did last year. No one wants to endure that.
Since I couldn’t sleep, I read the rest of Song of Susannah by Stephen King. Now I’m left with that enduring question bringing too much opportunity into the mix: What should I read next? I’ll come up with something. Probably something short. And scary.