A new year has arrived. Time to get serious ... about ... something.
Let's start simple.
If I had to do all of this all over again, would I?
Probably not the same way, no.
At this point in my life, I can look back and see that I've wasted years.
Follow the bouncing ball of my brain a little.
2000-2004, I spent time in college, getting two bachelor's degrees and a masters degrees.
One bachelor's degree in Philosophy gave me five books (Love at First Bite, A Philosophy for Living).
The other BA and the Master's gave me six books (five books of The Pius Trilogy, For all their wars are Merry).
One undergraduate glass in theology led to six books and counting.
Then I made the mistake of going for a PhD.
Why mistake? A PhD is a good thing to have. It makes one qualified to teach at any educational institution.
One, I didn't know then that "PhD" at this particular university meant that you could glad-hand and fellate the egos of the right professors at the right time, instead of you know, doing the work. Work I could do easily enough. Politicking? Not so much.
I jumped ship in December of 2006, never to return.
From 2007-2012, I wasted even more time, going the "proper" route in publication.
So, from 2005-2012, I should probably have been writing books. If you think I write fast now, just imagine how much faster I'd be writing if I had 7 more years of practice. Or how many more books I would have written? I'd be closing in on 30 books by now. Maybe more.
In retrospect, I should have gotten a minor in graphic design so I could make book covers. Or courses in marketing for advertising books.
Hell. Technically, I should have become an electrician. By this point, I'd be making six figures a year, and I could write books in my spare time about how to burn houses down with the right wiring... or the improper wiring.
Anyway, at the end of the day, I'm not doing too terrible. I met my wife because of my books. I have a fan base I enjoy interacting with.
Besides. I've been compelled to write stories since I was 16. I didn't really have an option about writing. it's always just been a matter of what the content was.
Anyway.
For reasons of sanity, this year will be slightly slower than last year. 2019 saw the publication of nine books. Not counting the anthologies.
2020 will see me writing a little less and editing more. I have books in my queue that I haven't looked at in a decade. And the last time I edited stuff and released it, it went over fairly well.
There will also be more Saint Tommy books en route. Though probably not another six this year.
If you have a minute, check my books on Amazon, (here or on the right margin) and save a life -- left a review.
Be well all, and happy new year.
Let's start simple.
If I had to do all of this all over again, would I?
Probably not the same way, no.
At this point in my life, I can look back and see that I've wasted years.
Follow the bouncing ball of my brain a little.
2000-2004, I spent time in college, getting two bachelor's degrees and a masters degrees.
One bachelor's degree in Philosophy gave me five books (Love at First Bite, A Philosophy for Living).
The other BA and the Master's gave me six books (five books of The Pius Trilogy, For all their wars are Merry).
One undergraduate glass in theology led to six books and counting.
Then I made the mistake of going for a PhD.
Why mistake? A PhD is a good thing to have. It makes one qualified to teach at any educational institution.
One, I didn't know then that "PhD" at this particular university meant that you could glad-hand and fellate the egos of the right professors at the right time, instead of you know, doing the work. Work I could do easily enough. Politicking? Not so much.
I jumped ship in December of 2006, never to return.
From 2007-2012, I wasted even more time, going the "proper" route in publication.
So, from 2005-2012, I should probably have been writing books. If you think I write fast now, just imagine how much faster I'd be writing if I had 7 more years of practice. Or how many more books I would have written? I'd be closing in on 30 books by now. Maybe more.
In retrospect, I should have gotten a minor in graphic design so I could make book covers. Or courses in marketing for advertising books.
Hell. Technically, I should have become an electrician. By this point, I'd be making six figures a year, and I could write books in my spare time about how to burn houses down with the right wiring... or the improper wiring.
Anyway, at the end of the day, I'm not doing too terrible. I met my wife because of my books. I have a fan base I enjoy interacting with.
Besides. I've been compelled to write stories since I was 16. I didn't really have an option about writing. it's always just been a matter of what the content was.
Anyway.
For reasons of sanity, this year will be slightly slower than last year. 2019 saw the publication of nine books. Not counting the anthologies.
2020 will see me writing a little less and editing more. I have books in my queue that I haven't looked at in a decade. And the last time I edited stuff and released it, it went over fairly well.
There will also be more Saint Tommy books en route. Though probably not another six this year.
If you have a minute, check my books on Amazon, (here or on the right margin) and save a life -- left a review.
Be well all, and happy new year.
Happy New Year! Great work!
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