Went snowboarding for the first time. Have to admit that I kind of liked it, aside from the times where I picked up too much speed and bit so hard I might have gotten a mild concussion. Those falls could have been way worse though. Thank God and engineers for helmets.
We went for some extra runs right before everything shut down at night. It’s really peaceful being out on the slopes at that time. I don’t mind being around a lot of people, but there’s something about snowboarding with a whole mountain to yourself that just makes you feel free and alive. With the right gear the cold air’s not so bad either. I felt invigorated.
I didn’t count all the times I fell, which is my passive way of saying I fell a whole hell of a lot. But it was good, I don’t mind falling so much. It’s always good to get outside your comfort zone. It’s not always smooth when you do.
Aside from that there’s still a lot of writing I need to get done. But it’s nice to have a place to record these things. Memories fade as we get older. Maybe someday some distant future me will browse around my old blog posts and smile as the memories come back. They’re fresh now, but an old memory can be fresh in its own way when you haven’t thought about it in a while.
I want that future me to be happy and published. Time to get to work on that.
So I’m deciding to start actually blogging. There’s a strong chance I’m just going to rip this site down at some point, but for the moment I feel an impulse to write something.
Before the end of this year, I want an agent. I want somebody who’s going to look at my work and say it has promise and is worth taking a chance on. Before the end of this year I want to be recognized as a writer by a wider community than my most immediate friends, who I honestly love and appreciate deeply. But I can’t make a living that way. That’s no secret.
Having said that, I’m realizing navigating through a manuscript that is well over 200,000 words is cumbersome and stressful, especially with the background knowledge that the majority of it will be ripped apart by any editor or publisher who takes it. First time novelists don’t publish at high word counts, and I get that. I’m fine with that. I just want to be published so I can start the marketing process.
Now that I’m actually in the groove of this blogging thing again, it feels kind of good. Cathartic, nice release. I might get no views on this. I expect that. I also almost wish that. At least for now.
The struggle is real. I appreciate your allowing me to direct your wandering thoughts for these few moments, stranger reading this. I’ll better entertain in the future.
Give me just a little more time.