I'll be the first to admit - it took way too long to get here. I started writing this book back in the middle of November. I think it took me about 3 months to get through the 1st draft. I don't think that in itself is that bad, but . . . I only just (moments before writing this), "finished" the editing process. I could have kept tinkering with it forever. But 1 book per year? No, that won't cut it. Maybe if I were in my twenties, but those times have passed. I've got a lot of wasted years to make up for.
So take a good look. Look at me, ye creative types, and shudder. I am your future!!
... if you don't get off your ass. You see, I spent nearly 15 years in cubicle hell. I made good money, but produced very little creatively. A few short films. A few short stories. A few feature length screenplays. Had a couple of "almosts" with those screenplays. Maybe if my head had been in the game, those "almosts' would have become, "Yes, let's make your movie, Mr. Murphy."
So . . . don't be like me. I know that there are some fantastic and renowned authors who didn't start until late in life (Bukowski, Burroughs, Chandler, Twain). Hell, in the world of filmmaking, Ridley Scott didn't direct The Duellists until he was 40. But, if it's all the same, I'd rather strike while the iron was hot.
Maybe it took me this long to become a decent writer. Some of the ideas I had in my twenties, including the novel I wrote, were kinda terrible. I'm glad you're reading this blog post instead of *that* novel.
Anyway, the novel is off to a potential publisher. Hopefully, they'll like it. I'm going to try to keep my hopes at a low simmer. I'm sure most publishers read scores of books every year that get tossed aside. I know I still have a lot to learn. I still have a lot of sharpening to do with my skills (and always will, really). But I'll take this small victory.