I have to pinch myself a lot lately. I have been a writer my entire life but only now am I writing with earnestness and purpose, like my life depended on it, and I love it. I want to sing out, “I want to be a paperback writer” because, all of the sudden, I am a paperback writer! And now, on top of that, I am blogging about it too!
The reality is that I gained this new-found confidence when I finally became sober. When I was drinking and using drugs I was writing but I wasn’t able to keep my mind focused on what my calling was, I was too busy looking for the next fleeting high. Now that I am plunged into the depths of profound sobriety, my restless mind pounces on new ideas relentlessly. And, as one who was introduced as “my Grandson, the one with the vivid imagination”, I can’t help but see the world through a lens that is more convex than the concave glasses everyone else is peering through.
I began writing at a very young age and really never stopped. I wrote in journals, I wrote short stories, and I wrote poems. I also wrote a lot for work. That was an interesting oeuvre, to be honest, and one that might be of interest someday. The work-related writing included both highly technical instructions and also letters of apology to guests who felt slighted in some way during their stay with us at the hotel. Although most of this isn’t publicly available, I am certain that some of my responses to guests on TripAdvisor are still there. It took me fifty years but I recently finished my first book, a memoir, entitled “B. Coming Burl” and self published it using Kindle Direct Publishing. Even before I published it I began writing my second book, which I plan to finish this summer (2020). It is entitled “When I was a child I found the entrance to hell to be a real place”. Although this second book is fictional, it has a lot of me in it. Thank you for finding my blog. ...
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