New Year’s Resolutions.
This is a miss-mash of a posting. It will give you some insight into the inter-workings of Erica’s mind.
It’s New Year’s resolutions time… again…
I’ve made a few over the years, but only 2 greatly impacted my life.
My first New Year’s resolution was for 1991. A twelve-year-old miniature woman made a vital mistake. I’ve always been quiet- not shy. I like to sit and watch- observe- those around me. I also hold my emotions close to the vest. If you’ve read my books, a few of my characters have a similar affliction. I feel as if emotions are highly personal, and you earn the right to know mine. I also feel that who would want to know mine, like I’m pushing myself on unsuspecting victims. (So if I’ve spoken personal stuff with you, you know that I feel a connection to you) I’m also highly in-tuned with the emotions around me, and it makes me feel crazed most of the time. So… quiet I am.
& today I feel like sharing some of my thoughts, feelings, and emotions with my readers.
It took me 4 months to admit to a crush to my best friend. She wasn’t a passing best friend that happens to 6th graders. She was my cousin and we’d known each other from birth. I felt like admitting my crush as VERY personal, but admit I did. It was over winter break and she forced me to make a New Year’s Resolution, and only a BFF can make you do something of this nature…
I was given a week for my resolution- mission? Yeah, mission is more like it. I had a week to ask my crush out. She maneuvered me by picking, taunting, teasing, and just downright pushing me towards my goal. It was embarrassing and I spent a lot of time with bright red cheeks and shining eyes. I should mention my BFF was a bit diabolical- we weren’t your average 12 & 11 yr olds. She got others to help. Did I mention I found my crush to be private… why, yes, yes I did. She told a few of my friends- we had a few friends that we shared but maintained separate friendships. One girl who is a few years old than us was relentless because she wanted me to be happy (RIP Jesse, I miss you & I always will).
January 7th, 1991 (yes, I remember the date and you’ll understand why later). After a hard hour of basketball and rough-housing, I wandered down the hall to my locker- nearly blind from the sun shining on the snow during recess. We were idiots and deliberately trying to burn our retinas. We didn’t know that’s what we were doing as we stared at the sun and then the snow. So… anyway, I’m blindly wandering to my locker, and my relentless friend shoved me into my crush and a gaggle of girl surrounded us yelling, “DO IT!” Fuck it, I did it! I’m a quiet badass like that. I asked the kid to be my boyfriend… & he said yes… Long story short, I completed my mission on my very first New Year’s resolution. *YAY* Go Me!
Btw, I’ve always been the aggressor. I’ve always asked all the boyfriends out. Not shock there after reading my female characters.
Why was this first resolution so important to my future that it made it as number one on my top two resolutions? Why was this considered to my detriment… Cut 20 years later- said crush turned into high school sweetheart, husband, and now soon-to-be-ex-husband. I’ve often wondered at what point in my life I could have circumvented my future pain and torment. At the same time I don’t regret my decisions. I wonder who I would have become if I hadn’t told my BFF about my crush. I highly doubt I’d be a writer today. I think I would be in an analytical profession of some sort- my logic, quietness, and ethics would have pushed me in that direction.
But the anguish that 20 years of strife brought about was excellent fodder for my writing. It drove me to find an outlet for these emotions that I don’t speak of or share. It began with the first few heartbreaks at the boy’s hands. My first attempt at a novel was a YA book title Philadelphia after he’d just disappointed me by his behavior. My dark poetry of my teenage years was written with crying eyes as I dealt with his abandonment. The books I’ve written as an adult were coping mechanisms for a life that was wasted. Why I don’t regret is that I would never have become the writer… I would have never learned that it is better to be alone than in an unhealthy relationship. I would have never found my inner-strength or the real Erica.
Twenty years later… Resolutions #2 was a huge turning point in my life. I was lost and feeling as if I had no place in this world. I’d written a book called Chrysalis (will see the light of day in 2013). My 2012 resolution was to publish one book. I never do anything halfway. My first resolution I trumped up from asking a kid out to spending 20 years as his victim. Instead of 1 book, I published 8, and wrote 3 others and a partial manuscript.
My resolution began with Wicked Reads. On January 7th (again. lol) I sat in my bedroom, alone and hopeful. In the early hours of the morning of January 8th I created Wicked Reads- a review site. I created a blog, Facebook page, Goodreads account, and a twitter account. I grew a fan base in hopes that when I finally published a book I’d have a medium for promotions- less than a year later we are 1,200 strong and thriving.
I began Restraint in March of 2012 and created Erica Chilson the blog that same month. April 23rd I published Restraint and I was addicted. Unleashed was published on May 30th. I then created Erica Chilson’s Facebook fan page. Dexter & Dalton, on my 34th birthday, July 11th. Queen & Cort were written, but Queen was an undertaking. She took me on a journey that included creating the Playroom series, Good Girl, and completely revising the entire M&M of Restraint series. Jaded & Queened were released in November, and Checkmate and Queen Omnibus in December.
I also started a few groups with some great ladies that I met along this wild ride of a journey- Author Central Facebook Group and Wicked Reads Goodreads Group.
2012 resolution brought me great, long lasting friendships with a lot of Authors and I’ve made some friendships that will last a lifetime. (Ladies, you know who you are) I love these ladies and they have kept me sane and motivated. 2012 brought me a network of connections and a budding career as a novelist that one day may be my source of independence- an independence that I need to push the ‘lost’ from my soul.
2012 also taught me valuable lessons that I learned the hard way. I learned to slow down and and let nature take its course when it comes to writing. It also taught me how I’d completely closed myself off to the world at large. While I made connections with great people, I have no one in my personal life that has left me… lonely.
2013 has a new set of resolutions, equally vital to my existence. Slow down and enjoy my life. Don’t let the muse completely dominate me. Finally get the ultimate resolution by closing out that 20 yr relationship by making that crush an ex-husband. Finding ways to feel the independence that I so desperately seek, and in turn, finding real connections with people that are in the same room with me, not online across the country. I need real, living, breathing friends. I need to be a 34 yr old woman, and not the hermit that the first resolution turned me into.
What does 2013 have in store for you?
As always, I’d love to hear from you all. thewickedwriter@yahoo.com
~Happy Wicked Reading~
Erica
Good Girl Info
Good Girl was slated for release this month, but it will be late January, early February before its release. The reason being is that Checkmate took a lot out of me. It turned into a huge effort, and then the creation of the omnibus edition. The holidays were upon us, and then it was giveaway, blog hops, and promotions time.
The main reason for Good Girl’s delay is that while I was writing Checkmate it sat and developed into something else. I was unhappy with how it was. It was a fun, lighthearted read, but it needed something else- oomph it was lacking or angst. Willow is, after all, a eighteen year old, and they are notorious for angst. GG was 63,000 words in length when I sent it to the betas and readers. They sent back a questionnaire upon reading it and I used that information for the betterment. I outlined another thread to the story that will nearly double the book in length. A thread that impacts an entire family, I was going to hold off until one of them was the main character of their own book before telling their story. I’ve since decided that it needs told. I won’t go into great detail because the story facets will be told through the Mason family’s books.
One more reason for the delay… I am dog-tired. Holy hell, I don’t think readers realize what a toll writing a book is. I have to be someone completely different to write a story. You have to become one with the characters and you cease to exist. While editing Checkmate, in a few hours time I was Regina Regal (Queen) Marcus Zeitler (writing the bonus scene, & Willow Pryne (Good Girl), not counting myself. I felt like I was Dr. Lunatic (Ezra/Master Ez). This is extremely taxing.
I am taking a break from writing until the 1st of the new year, but I will be busy blogging, promoting, and running giveaway, blog hops, and an anniversary rafflecopter for Wicked Reads first anniversary. I also have Jury Duty on the 8th of January, so this may impact my ability to write and get GG published in a timely manner.
This girl needs a break for a few day. I’m going to finish reading a book today, contemplate removing the holiday decorations, and of course, never ending cooking and cleaning. I need a dang nap and the day has just begun!
My apologies on the delay. Happy Reading! & if you’d like a recommendation for a book to read in the interim, I am your go-to gal! Just let me know what genre trips your trigger and I’ll send you a list of my favorites. thewickedwriter@yahoo.com or go to our Goodreads’ group to chat with naughty book lovers!
~Happy Wicked Reading~
Erica
Checkmate & Queen
Checkmate is available on Amazon, and is still processing on B&N and will be available shortly.
Queen, Mistress of Restraint- Omnibus Edition- Jaded-Queened-Checkmate is in review and processing on Amazon and B&N, and will be available within the next few days for purchase.
Please make sure you do not double purchase the installments of the series.
The links on this website will be updated as soon as both books go live, as well as the links on Goodreads.
Thanks for Reading
Checkmate Release Date & Bonus Scene
Within 10 days Checkmate will be available for purchase. Checkmate is with the betas. I finished the manuscript late last night. Here are the details…
170,000+ words in length
55 chapters and an epilogue
A 6,000 word bonus scene called Master Mash from the Point of View of the Master of the Universe, Marcus Zeitler.
A special sneak peek into Good Girl, Playroom #1- the entire 1st chapter.
Readers will get their money’s worth out of Checkmate. It is nearly the length of the 3 previous books. Regina had a lot of story to tell. All original plot threads have been tied up by book’s end and a few more were put into play. King will begin in the exact moment that Dalton and Checkmate concluded.
I murdered my laptop a week ago today and lost a lot of info, some I didn’t realize until I needed it. I started rewrites on Good Girl last night and all of my beta comments, edits, and reader questionnaires are *poof*. So I’m winging it. GG is already 65,000 words in length and I have a few more scenes to outline and write while Checkmate is with the betas.
I hope to have both books, Checkmate and Good Girl, released by Christmas and the Queen Omnibus before year’s end. *Fingers Crossed*
Here is a taste of the bonus scene.
Bonus Scene
As a thank you for riding this wild roller coaster with Regina Regal, I have a special bonus scene for you all. This scene was originally outlined to be included in Checkmate, but I felt it best not to include it. The following scene is not in any timeline, follows no rules, and may or may not occur in the future. It was simply an idea I had- a no holds barred idea of epic proportions.
~Thank you for reading Regina’s journey through her nightmarish fantasy to her reality~
*Master Mash*
-Marcus Zeitler- Master of our Universe-
Standing on the dais I’ve never felt so powerful. I gaze down to my people, the people I’ve trained. They gaze back at me with utter devotion and respect. If I say jump, they ask what bridge. I’ve twisted their will in my iron fist and pretzeled them into shapes they’ve never contemplated, and sometimes feared. I did it for their own good and they thanked me through moisture beaded eyes and tear stained cheeks. My God, I feel fucking powerful.
I smirk at the whole lot of them- they have no idea what I’m about to do. Some of them will want to kill be before this night is through and they have no choice. I snicker when they get that scared animal look when my eyes capture theirs. Every single one of them looks away- well, not her. She’ll never look away. She’s uneasy, but she trusts me and she knows the despicable lengths I’ll use to form us into unity.
I chuckle that deep laugh that makes Regina’s toes curl. I’ve perfected it just to see that glazed look in her eyes as it hits her ears and pools in her groin. Hmm… That’s right, lover, feel it resonate in your body.
“Welcome, Masters of Restraint,” I say proudly and a bit grandly as I spread my arms and turn in a circle on the dais. I may not be gay-gay, but I have some fabulousness that likes to come out and play- I call it charisma. Regina calls it cut the shit, you rat-bastard. I toss her a wink because it confuses the hell out of her and I like to keep her on her toes.
I pull my cell from my pocket with an evil grin on my face. I type ‘lockdown’ and press send. I’ve captured everyone’s attention.
“In light of recent events I thought we should… bond,” I draw the word out and grin. Every Master freezes when they catch the mischievousness in my shit-eating grin. I type a few more words on my cell and a beat of music interrupts the uncomfortable silence. Thump… thump… thump… –The thump of a heartbeat that won’t be calm for long.
“Anyone ever play musical chairs?” I rhetorically ask and I get a few shrugs and nervous titters in response. I can hear their thoughts… What chairs? The dungeon is empty of everything except the dais. The dungeon is completely devoid of anything but Masters… and not a chair in sight…
I narrow my eyes and grin. I tilt my chin down and raise my eyes through the fringe of my lashes. I know the impact this type of gaze has on them all- Cort and Regina practically melt to the floor, but the rest of them nervously shuffle from foot-to-foot. The gaze screams beware: shit’s about to get real- really uncomfortable for all of you…
Queen’s Journey
I’m procrastinating or simply reminiscing. I don’t know which, it may be a combination of the two. My hands are freaking killing me today and my migraine is pounding. Don’t ever look at a writer and think them lazy. My mind and hands are tortured by my craft.
I am near the bottom of Checkmate’s outline. I can see the bottom. You have no idea how this thrills me. So let’s take a reminiscent journey of Queen, shall we…
I started Queen, Mistress of Restraint on June 28th. Dexter and Dalton were with the Betas. Yeah, I did two books at once. What an undertaking. (I’m being sarcastic. It was torture at the time and little did I know I’d one up myself) I knew Queen had to be next in the series. Wanna know why? A glimpse into the strange inner-working of Erica Chilson’s mind. It’s not as intriguing as I’m making it sound. I’m in a mood today. I was staring at the characters I’d written on a piece of paper. Katya was out, she had two books just for her- she’s so selfish, hogging the limelight like that. (I’m still in Queen’s head. so yeah…) It had to be a girl since I’d done two of Kat and two of D&D. It couldn’t be a gay because some ppl are sensitive to that and I didn’t want two gay books back-to-back. Obviously you’ve figured out that personally I have absolutely no orientation- Erica likes connection and chemistry. But it couldn’t be a guy or a gay. Queen is a girl, but… I’d written her as a lesbian. Syn was out because I thought she should do something else later on… So at the time I had no other girls that were Masters. Queen… Queen… I quickly slapped a band aid on Dalton to fix Queen’s lesbianism. (shotty bandage. Bad, Erica)
I typed Queen, Mistress of Restraint and groaned. “What the fuck was I going to write? Who is she?” I knew nothing of Queen. I knew a few details I’d given her in regards to other characters and that was it. So I ignored her. We weren’t ready.
I did final edits on the July Release of Dexter & Dalton. We were driving cross-country from the PA/NY Border to New Mexico for a NRA national championship (Congrats to Brian Chilson on his 2012 National Champ title. GO DAD!) Cortez was crooning his naughty, charming words. I yanked out the laptop and by the end of our 5 day journey to NM, Cort was 40k in length. He’s a sweet talker. We had a blast.
July 10th, the day before my birthday. I still didn’t know anything about Queen, and Cort was being quiet (a first since he is ALWAYS with me.) I was uploading D&D to the sites for publication and my laptop died. It fucking died on me at 5am in a hotel room in rural NM. I mean rural. I live in a rural place but give me a half hour and it’s cities. I was a sad panda. I got the books to upload finally. I was a sad, sad panda as my dad practiced at the rifle range and I watched. I had no laptop, nothing to write or read since I couldn’t upload to the nook. The nook was dead because the charger was broke (again).
We got in the car and he started heading towards Colorado, land of stores. 🙂 Pueblo was the destination. Mom said happy birthday and pulled into Sam’s club. I left the parking lot with a new laptop pressed to my chest and a sad smile. I felt like a shit because that was tooooo much for a birthday, but my bank account was miniscule at best. Being a starving artist writer, who just separated with her husband that she’d been with since age 12 leaves you with little. They said suck it up, you need this for work. I still feel like a shit. So they went in to Home Depot looking for supplies. And I’m a techie. That box was torn open, the laptop booted up and plugged into the powerport in the car. I was installing updates off of HD’s wifi from the parking lot. The laptop was named, updated, and programs removed while they shopped. Half hour later I was downloading all the stuff I use.. Sugarsync, calibre, kindle, and nook when they came out.
Yeah… I’m a techie… My family thinks I’m a member of Geek Squad and I have the propensity to tell the tech support ppl on the phone to suck it. The technician from our internet company came to fix my router and laughed when he told me I was red-flagged. I’m a short, round chick, who’s quiet. He laughed at me when I told him how it took 5 calls to get him to visit…. and I was right all along. Told ya so, tech support- suck it! He was my first awed person who looked at me like I was a rockstar when he saw my books on my laptop. He thought I was getting a tattoo of a dudes name. (Dexter) He said, “No, don’t tattoo some dude’s name on your body.” He shook his head at me and scowled. So I got to laugh at him in return by telling him that those pictures were my creation. Good Times.
July 11th, birthday time!! I’m 34 *shrugs* I didn’t want to sit at the hot and dusty range so I sat on the bed at the hotel with three usb thumb drives taking info from the barely running laptop to the new one. It was a long wait for the pictures and book files. I started Queen.
I wrote, “Jaded” out of nowhere. I started typing a book about Queen, but she was an 18 yr-old Regina Regal. 12k later it was time for dinner and my parents and the doggie were back. I typed all through the night trying not to disturb my sleeping parents. Regina turned into a sad girl who hated handouts and was a techie… Heehee, wonder where that inspiration came from. The 12th I sat while they practiced and 10 pages later I realized that the book couldn’t be Queen, Mistress of Restraint, but rather, Jaded, Queened, and Checkmate. I’d release them singularly and together as an omnibus edition. When I say 10 page outline, I should explain my way of outlining. Single line scenes, they could be half a chapter or three. Each line was a scene, ten pages of them. Queen was born because a broke, separated Erica had to take a handout from her loving parents.
Jaded was written quickly and Queened too! About 30k into Checkmate I found a problem. An epically huge fucking problem. I was paralleling Restraint, Unleashed, Dexter, and Dalton. I was dissatisfied and lost. So I went to bed. This is writer clarity of mind time. I woke up and Willow Pryne was born, my Good Girl. I wrote Good Girl in 10 days. I sent it off to the betas and a few readers. It’s not completed because I wrote more of the outline and have to do the final edits. 5 days tops and Willow will be ready to read.
I stared at Checkmate. What the fuck do I do? It’s not working and if I can’t fix it, the series is dead- total destruction! I did something I said I’d never do… I loaded Restraint and started butchering, re-editing, restructuring, rewriting, reformatting. If you can name it, I did it to my book! Everyone said Katya was cold. I warmed her up and lightened her up. I made Ezra more cryptic. I gave us more Cortez and I wrote Queen into the story. I knew her now and she needed in there.
I immediately started on Unleashed. The writing was so much better. I’d rewritten Restraint; it would have been easier from scratch. Unleashed flowed better, the English language wasn’t trashed, and the story made sense. I fixed minor errors and added some smexy scenes.
Dexter. I felt bad for my sadist. He didn’t really have a story. Dexter was the nexus to all the characters and the book was fucking fluff. I’m being hard on myself and I deserve it. I finally added the strife that was necessary for our game of Master of the Universe. Dexter was a different book from its original form. I did this to Dalton, too!
After a bunch of shit with uploading the new editions, plastering ‘get your updated copy here’ everywhere I could think, I went back to Jaded. I edited it and published it. It went through and I found a set of edits in the Queened folder that belonged to Jaded. I fixed it and upload it again to B&N and Amazon. It was BLOCKED from Amazon! JADED was dead in the water. I received no explanation. Phone calls got me nowhere, emails were auto-generated. So I said fuck you!!!! Really, I said it loud and a lot! I just republished it exactly how it was and waited. I cleared my mind and started on Queened. I edited it and no need for added scenes and rewrites. It was how I wanted it. I published it with no problem on both sites and it loaded within 5 hours.
Seven days later… waiting… waiting… waiting…. I started on Checkmate. I said FUCK YOU again when I saw it still said ‘in review’ for Jaded with the black-balled Jaded beneath it. I emailed them. 5 minutes later it was publishing. I almost pissed my pants. I didn’t want to cheer thinking that it would fuck it up somehow. So I yelled YAY a lot and knocked on my end table while my mom said, “I told you it’d work out alright.” And she was laughing at me… She may have even rolled her eyes a little bit too…
Checkmate… again…. I would get frustrated. I had this great outline. I knew the story in everyone’s point of view. But I would work so hard my mind would melt. 70k in 4 and a half days. I’d take a break and read or sleep. I get a few hours here and there since my mind wants to write to empty its contents. I’ve lost weight, a lot of weight because typing hands can’t put food to your mouth. My typing hands are taped up and my wrists are splinted. It hurts so bad that by age 35 I’m going to look like an old crone.
The weirdest thing happens… Restraint becomes popular in the beginning of November. It freaked me out. I was making money. Not a whole lot, but enough that this really constitutes as paying profession. I could see a future of independence and it scared me. I’ve been with my parents and then my husband and back to my parents since birth. I could really get a life… One I want… I am scared shitless. So all 6 books are selling, selling well. *Knock on wood*
Out of fear and the daunting deadlines, I froze. I couldn’t write. I was blocked. I read 20 books in a week with no sleep. I’d write 70k in a few days and then do the the reading thing… This is my present. This is what my life has become.
I sit here finding a compromise of writing 10k or so many scenes a day. When I get frustrated I open the book I’m reading and go back in a few hours. I started this the day before yesterday because I need rules or I’ll go insane. Last night I read a few chapters and went to sleep. It’s the first time in a while. Today I feel like shit. Migraine, hands and wrists are killing me, dizzy with a cloudy mind, and eyes that randomly roll around in my head. My outline is almost completed. The finish line is in sight.
Checkmate should be finished by Sunday night or Monday, depending on if I freak the fuck out again and freeze or if I get into a book and can’t stop reading. Hell, I have 6 episodes of the Vampire Diaries, Arrow, and two Revenges that are screaming from the DVR. They must wait and I pray no one erases them. All hell will be had! While Checkmate is off to the betas (who have a fast job ahead of them) I’ll fix Good Girl.
This has been a long, torturous journey to breathe light into Queen. My two book release of D&D was child’s play compared to a 3 book Queen and the debut of Good Girl, and formatting an omnibus edition.
I hope the readers think it’s worth it.
Have you hugged a writer today? They need one!!! {{Self-hugs}}
-Erica
Checkmate Update- December Releases.
Checkmate will be released sometime this month. The delay is simply because the story keeps evolving. For every scene on my outline I add another. A scene could be half a chapter or three… It’s really lengthened the book, already the combined length of Jaded & Queened and I’m about 1/2 completed. I’m sorry for the delay, but the finished product will be even better.
While Checkmate is with the betas, who will have to do a speed-reading and editing, I will be working on Good Girl. I have all the beta comments from the questionnaire and the edits. Their comments helped me outline additional scenes and rewrites and I’m looking forward to working on Good Girl. I’ve missed my Willow Monster. It’s release will be later this month as well.
The Queen Omnibus: Jaded, Queened, Checkmate will be available shortly after the release of Checkmate and Good Girl. I have a lot of formatting to combine the book into a 3-in-1 edition. The finished product will be around 400,000 words and priced at $9.99, which is a significant discount from buying 3 separate books.
WIP: Tentative release dates.
Chrysalis (Lilies #1- Urban Fantasy) First Quarter 2013
Clover’s book (Untitled) (Playroom #2) First Quarter 2013
King (M&M #8) First or Second Quarter 2013
I may start a new project or work on a manuscript I have in progress- Atticus Fox. I don’t know the direction I want to take the story, when it comes to me I will be voracious writing it. By the end of December I will have released 9 books in less than 8 months. I’m trying to slow my pacing to make sure the books are the best they can be. It’s why I’ve sat on Good Girl and let it marinate, same with Chrysalis and Atticus Fox. I actually have 40,000 words written in Cortez. I’ve grown from my past mistakes. The drafts will be completed and then left to sit while I write something else. I need time to know how to tweak the story for the betterment. This is me we are talking about, when I say left to sit, I mean a month or two. No worries. I plan on a steady flow of stories: 6-10 within a year’s time frame. I wrote a novella that was a memoir of sorts called Empowerment and a few novellas in the works for M&M that I would love to release. M&M novellas are YA and involve the children at Hillbrook Prep and the writings of Cortez Abernathy and James Atwater. Cort’s books will be a surprise genre and James Atwater’s numeral books are hardcore BDSM. I’ve toyed with the idea of making our Cort a romance writer for shits and giggles. Just what I’ve been mulling over for the future. I’d love to know thoughts on whether or not these books would be of interest.
As always, I love hearing from readers, whether you love or loathe. Please comment on the posts, join me on my FB Fanpage or email me: thewickedwriter@yahoo.com
Happy Wicked Reading
-Erica
Would you quit your day job?
Last week many people were going batshit about the lottery. The same question arose time and time again: If you won millions of dollars would you quit your job?
Another question popped into my mind when I saw a post from a fellow author. If your book exploded would you take your money and run- never to write again. Not their words, I’m paraphrasing. It was a thought that’s been on my mind for a while. An author that wrote a major bestseller has since yet to publish a book… in years. It just blew my mind.
NO, I wouldn’t quit my job- EVER! I fear the loss of my sight or the ability to type or write. I’d just tell my stories. If I lost my tongue, I’d just fantasize inside my imagination. I wouldn’t care if anyone even listened. I’d entertain myself.
I don’t see it as a job- it’s work and can be downright painful, but it’s not a job. Even while I deal with a frazzled mind, lack of sleep, and a fractured view of reality, I wouldn’t change it for the world. I’m so close to my deadline that I will most likely miss it. I had to take a step back… several steps back as I try to struggle forward. I’m on a journey that feels insurmountable and yet little by little I’m clawing my way to the top and I won’t stop until I hit the summit. (Projects completed) …and there will always be another project…
I know the above comment sounds as if it has nothing to do with the question at hand. I’m getting there- trust me. I just can’t fathom not writing. My mind would never allow me to stop. I try to take a step back and it pulls me right in.(Like now. Writing and I are on a break… and what am I doing? Oh, yeah… writing something) The high of progression, of looking at the finished project, is a heady thing. So to stop just because you won money or became a household name… I’m shaking my head right now…. Writing is a form of self-expression, an art form. It is a passion that lives deep within the storyteller’s soul. I instinctually know that the author who wrote a certain series of books (if you’re guessing on the author, you’d be wrong) is still writing. And if they’re not, were they really a storyteller to begin with?
The question wasn’t for those who work a job they hate. I feel for them. I HAD a LIFE I hated. I am blessed and I am thankful everyday that I get to live my passion. I’ve been there, done that, and refused to accept it. It’s for those who chose a certain path in life, one that fulfilled something inside them, would you throw it away because you won some cash? If the answer is yes, was it really fulfilling in the first place?
I don’t look at success by the amount of books I’ve sold or my bank account. I see eyes rolling right now. *tsk-tsk* I hear you saying, “said no one ever.” or “said by the person who lacks for nothing.” Yeah, we all need to eat… That isn’t my point… An artist looks at their work and that is their success. You’ve either felt it or you haven’t, and if you don’t know if you have or not, then you haven’t felt it yet. You’d know.
I would write if no one read my stories. I would write if I was bashed (I am bashed- often). I would write if I won millions or earned millions. (I’d just write in a better locale with a very happy family)
My point and I took a round-about way of getting to it. Would you quit your job? If the answer is yes, then you’re in the wrong profession. Not everyone can have a passion. Everyone excels at something different and everyone excels at something. If you don’t know what, then you haven’t found it yet. It’s out there. I’m not trying to sound like a pompous ass. Find something that breathes life back into your life. Something that makes your mind spark and a smile break across your face. It could be a puppy… How should I know, I’m not you. *shrugs*
That something is ALWAYS free…. Want is different than need. Yeah, I’d love to live on the beach and have a stud at my beck and call. Who wouldn’t want diamonds and a Porsche. Those are possessions, materialistic things. They are not a passion. A passion is free and nothing can give or take it away… So if you haven’t felt that stirring in your belly, the excitement bubbling up that no one around you understands, go out there and fucking find it. What are you waiting for?
***UPDATE***
I received a few comments of feedback I thought I should reiterate my point. I was speaking of professions that I see as a passion- where it flows in your blood and creates who you are. A mother doesn’t cease to be a mother the day her child leaves the nest. She will be a mother until she dies, whether or not she has a child. A doctor will always feel the need to heal. A musician sees words as notes and an artist as brushstrokes. If I’m not writing my mind still creates. This entire posting was directed at the author who would have stopped writing if their book went big. If you cultivate a passion your entire life and can so easily drop it, was it a passion? It couldn’t have been in your blood. This was more of a statement about how I feel about my work, not how your feel about yours…
Erica Chilson: The Wicked Writer 