Archive for September, 2015

A lot has happened in the three years since I’ve last posted here, and I thought we could discus some of it.

I’ve changed jobs a few times; worked in a a pharmacy for a while, then got back into restaurant management before I realized I REALLY didn’t want to be in restaurant management anymore (ownership is a different story). Now I’m a Occupational Health Coordinator and digging it.

We bought a house a couple years back and slowly learning how to repair things. The biggest lesson I’ve learned in that regard is… get the best people to help you. Better yet, get the best people to do it for you.

Bobbie Jo and the girls are doing well, even though we’re all very busy.

Life is good, and it beats the alternative… in a completely secular sense.

I’ve been writing and it’s going… well, interesting. Let me tell you about it.

Three years ago I was writing and rewriting a book titled, “By Design.” I thought it was pretty good and ended up having some important things to say, though that’s not why I wrote it. After carving up the manuscript until it was unrecognizable I had to set it aside to preserve what was left of my sanity. Painful. Painful. Painful.

In fact, it still hurts. I’ll tell you about it someday.

After that I took some time off from writing. In fact I wondered for a while if I’d ever bother writing again. I read about writing, even listened to books on writing but I kept from combining subjects and verbs together as often as I could. That probably lasted a couple months.

My agent, a sweet lady who specialized in romance novels, mostly of the Amish variety, tried to get a few gigs in front of me including a historical fiction about the hobo subculture during the Great Depression (my attempt at Steinbeckian narrative) that I will probably get back to someday and a serialized story about the early days of Hollywood that I’m quite fond of. A couple short stories here and there but mostly nowhere, but that’s about it. Nothing that put Mac and Cheese on the table.

Then I remembered a story I thought of a little while back about a police investigation. I figured out a key ingredient that made the story click and I was off to the races. My agent seemed to like the idea and encouraged me to get to work. I did and after the better part of a year I had the first draft done. That was this spring.

I wrote up a proposal and sent it in to my agent who, after a couple months made he decision to drop me from her client list.

I was surprised at first.

Then I thought about it some more. Like I said, most of her clients wrote Amish romance. How could I expect her to get excited about a police story with a serial killer that abducts and assaults young women and a cop dealing with a porn addiction. Not a bonnet or barn-raising in sight. Her move made sense and I had to admit it was the right thing to do.

So for now I’m a writer without an agent, which doesn’t exactly make me unique. Most writers don’t have agents. But for what I want to do with my writing an agent is a really good idea. So I’m back on that path.

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It’s not that bad, but if you’re the praying type I sure won’t stop you from bringing me up before the Big Boss. ‘Cuz right now I’m as excited about writing as I’ve ever been. As John Fornoff likes to say, “Blessings ahead.”