I look up and ‘bam’, year is coming to an end.
I’ve had a pretty good year productivity wise, I have to admit. While I have not accomplished all that I intended to, I have produced four novels this year and am currently working on two others. I’m thankful that I’ve been able to do that.
I’m also thankful for the people who read my work. A writer is nothing without readers to share his work with. I have been blessed to have so many people read and enjoy my work. Never in a million years would I have thought four and a half years ago (is that really all it’s been?) that I would be saying something like that. I sat at my computer and banged away at the keys with nothing more than a glimmer of hope and the desire to get a story out of my head and onto the screen.
And finally, I did. But the stories kept coming, the ideas kept popping up, and I just kept writing. Head down, rarely looking up, just like now. Then, I look up, and months have gone by. I forget at times how much actual work it is to produce a novel, mostly because I get lost in the tale as I write, I guess. When I’m done and looking back over it, I sometimes have to just marvel at the fact that I created something.
And I marvel even more at how many people seem to truly enjoy the work that I produce. When someone tells me how much they enjoy reading something I’ve written, it makes that hard work, regardless of how much it is, totally worth it.
So I’m thankful. To all of you who have made my dream of being a writer come true. You are the driving force behind me. You’re who I write for.
May you and your families be blessed this holiday season.