To borrow a line from one of my favorite lyricists, “Some people ask where the fuck I’ve been; shit I don’t know, but what I do know, is that I’m back now!” (Eminem, “Underground”, Relapse)
Where have I been?
I will only answer that if you promise not to squeal, scream or tell my probation officer (The probation thing is a long story). I’ve been trying something deliciously new. I’ve been attempting to write with a plot line. Rarely do I ever actually plot a story. More often than not, I’ll hear a line in a song, or hear a funny anecdote and I take off running, and my fingers will only leave the keyboard long enough to wipe my brow.
I know, I know. Some true writers will probably want to blow up my condo with a nuclear missile for that approach. However, it works for me. Except on this last particular story. I haven’t been in the habit of posting excerpts of work in progress lately because of the fact that there are some characters that I’m keeping close to my heart, but my work, before it is edited, is probably atrocious. If you’ve read most of the free works that I’ve posted here, you realize that I don’t contract all that much. So one new approach that I’m trying is to actually contract while writing instead of going back and using the beloved ‘find and replace’ feature.
Still not answering the question of where you’ve been Nevea….
I digress then. Where I’ve been is writing. I hate going back and re-reading what I’ve written. (If you ask how do I edit and re-write, it is this simple, I usually start over). So I’ve gotten to read some of the things that I’ve written, and I found myself wishing things like, this should have been longer, or his eyes should have been blue. So how does one deal with those I Wishes? I just do it. I’ve got enough chips on my shoulder and so on where I don’t need another one, so I would rather re-write it than wish I had. When do we get to the point where we just stop wishing? So I did it. I’ve begun the process of re-writing some of the works you’ve seen here. Stay tuned on what happens with these free reads.
Now, I’m working on some delicious stories with my beloved publisher; and I wish I could tell you just how delicious these stories are, but I’m still tweaking and working various plot twists. But I can tell you this much, they are longer.
Speaking of longer, and you would have had to been there to understand, I just celebrated my birthday for about a week. A week-long celebration for a heck of a milestone… one over the big 3-0. Why would I celebrate that occasion for a week? We don’t do things for ourselves often enough with purely selfish intentions. We, as people, do things because it seems like the right thing to do, or it would look good in someone else’s eyes. This is commendable, respectable even, but that is why I chose to do a 180║ on my moral compass.
I hung out late, stayed up for two days straight, had great times with friends and lived each day as a celebration. At the end of the week, I caught a cold but it was so worth every single minute of living each moment to its fullest, and it gave me an excuse to have a hot toddy and nurse my cold.
So there is an update on where I’ve been. Just wait till you see where I’m going…