I apologize for my recent, extended absence. Most of you know that I am a very prolific blogger, and the last few months I’ve been rather crestfallen and that does not make for good inspiration.
I know many of you are wondering what’s going on with Book II for the series, as well as my other writing endeavors. I have had little inspiration lately as a result of some events that have been transpiring over the past few months and they have snowballed into a full on winter of the brain. But I am back to Book II, which is half way done, and I have other stories coming as well. Soon you will find out the fate of our world– the Waking Dream.
I apologize to all of you who think I may be ignoring you, or have found others more interesting to chat with, that is not the case. I appreciate all of my blog, Facebook and Twitter friends. And I promise, now that the weather is warming, I will be in a much more verbose mood.
The first book of the series is still available, and slowly gaining traction. It’s very hard to get the word out for your book, especially being a new author. My other self-published books are steadily selling, and that’s a good thing. I will not be publishing my future books with my current publisher, but rather moving forward on my own. I have learned a great deal about this industry, more than I wanted to know, and I feel wholeheartedly that the best course for any new writer is to begin with self-publishing. I have seen many professional organizations for authors starting to change their view of the self-published author. And in general, the only person who can really sell your book is YOU. It comes from your heart, soul and mind. No one will ever be able to do justice to your story but you.
When you are long gone, people will read your work and try to understand what you were trying to convey — debate it, degrade it or deify it. This one point is the sole reason I adopted autodidactism as my personal educational journey. I have learned that I cannot follow the herd in a classroom, because I cannot be taught in a linear, structured fashion. And, this realization occurred in the fall of 1991 in my American Literature class. I majored in English, of course, and one particular day will stick in my mind forever.
We were dissecting “The Fall of the House of Usher” by Poe. The professor had made an assertion, which he wanted to impress on the students, that the narrator was the one who was insane, and not Madeline and Roderick. This is not to say that it may or may not be true, however, the professor was asserting that it as fact. I am a huge fan of Poe, and of course, I had to weigh in this debate. It became very heated, and I finally asked him, “Did you meet Poe and get the answer from him?”
As a result, I was asked to leave the class. This was both a victory and an epic fail because, unfortunately, I had the same professor for my next class. I left college shortly there after, realizing that I was trapped in a box. The man in a box.
Now that I am an author, I have had many people tell me their take on my story, and I love to talk about it with them, because its more than a story, it’s an exploration of our universe, and my/your inner-self. Make the dream, own the dream and live the dream. I write because I enjoy it, but it also carries the sum of all I have learned about our weird existence.
I thank you all for your steadfast support. And I have decide I will publish a new short story, inspired by my favorite novel, The Great Gatsby — with a Waking Dream twist of course. That’s assuming I get the permissions to use the name
I hope everyone is slowly thawing out from this brutal winter.