Well, I did it.
I wrote and published something on Amazon for sale to the general public.
I took the leap.
All of the years of procrastination, the fear of rejection, the worry…
I decided to chuck it all.
Caution has been dispatched without ceremony.
And now, I prepare myself for the results. Success and reward or folly and failure.
The die has been cast.
But all of this with a twist.
The genre which finally allowed me to break the barrier is, shall we say, of an ADULT nature.
So needless to say, this is not Shakespeare, nor Hemingway… not even Danielle Steele.
But it’s mine. And my hope is that it leads to more.
Self-control did get the better of me. It’s written under a pen name to shield my personal and professional connections.
So this is no flack advertisement. No link included for you to follow in order to purchase this torrid tome.
If you want to read it bad enough, most of you know how to contact me. I’ll send you a link and your purchase stays forever in the vault of my discretion.
It’s certainly a side of me that very few people know existed.
But damn, does it feel good.
I’m more relieved than anything, to be honest. And someone has already been kind enough to purchase it.
One sale down, hopefully many more to come.
My irresolution was fulfilled before the end of the second month of the year.
So I listened to “Raise Your Glass” as I put the final touches on it and pushed “Publish” and these lyrics played out as the mouse button clicked:
So raise your glass if you are wrong,
In all the right ways,
All my underdogs,
We will never be never be, anything but loud
And nitty gritty, dirty little freaks
Won’t you come on and come on and raise your glass,
Just come on and come on and raise your glass.
Finally, after all the years that my words never produced a penny, I am beginning the journey to if not producing an income, at least supplementing my income.
It was time to raise my glass.
And for the bravery to put my words out to the masses, whatever source that came from;
I thank you.
I thank you.
This spring, my hope be eternal. And to quote the Shawshank Redemption
Hope is a good thing. Maybe the best of things.
So raise your glasses, and join me in a virtual smashing of the champagne bottle across the bow of my writing career.
The horizon’s clear and seas are calm for now.