Life keeps moving. You wake up one day and the day brings the completely unexpected. Turmoil turns to opportunity, fear brings joy, and uncertainty remains, well, uncertain.
Yesterday I was greeted with a new book contract – after a very long wait. I must admit, I really needed that news. It reminds me that there are bigger things out there than the daily grind, and it validates that I am, first and foremost, a writer.
When I received word that my first novel, Lazarus Cane, was to be published, what I felt was unlike anything I had experienced in my thirty plus years on this planet. For the first time, I actually felt bigger than myself – if that makes any sense. I knew in that moment that my words were going to be out there, touching the lives of people that I had never met – and probably will never meet.
I know, I am just a fiction writer. My words are that of death and sex and useless violence, but I truly believe that there are no useless words. Fiction, like anything else, spreads knowledge. And even though I am writing about murders and whatnot, I still get to share my life experience and point-of-view in order to keep the story moving.
My Facebook fan page is liked by people from other countries – people that will likely never see the beautiful corner of the world that I live in everyday. But I get to take them there. I get the opportunity to share the sites and smells and native tastes – and that is not something I will ever take lightly. I may never become a James Patterson or Jeff Lindsay, but I get the joy just the same.
Hopefully when my new novel, Michael Faust, hits the shelves in a couple months, it will propel my career, and my life in a new uncertain direction. But at the very least I will be able to entertain people if only for a few precious hours.
Though I write alone, I could never do it alone. Thank you to everyone that has touched my life – both positive and negative – I am forever thankful.