REBUILDING MY LIFE

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So what’s next for me? I’m going to keep writing. I’m not independently wealthy. I’m living on my 401k which as a former financial advisor I would never advise anyone to do. But it’s my life and I came close to losing it last year. Writing is my passion so come hell or high water, I will continue with it. I have so many plots, so many different characters, so many different ideas I want to write about that I could write for fifty years and never run out of material.

I tried to write my first novel when I was fourteen. This isn’t a middle aged passion. I have the talent. I’ve always had it. I was born with it. My mother had the gift of words and she gave that to me along with many other wonderful gifts. The only sadness I felt when my novel was published was that my mother wasn’t here to see it. She would have been so proud.

Novelists often have difficult lives. Unfortunately, I haven’t been an exception to that rule. I’ve had a successful life but I haven’t had a particularly happy one.  But suffering is what sharpens the pen of the novelist. To write compelling fiction is to touch the emotions of each reader. And the only way I can do that is to write with all my spirit about the things we all feel: that there are times when simply putting one foot forward after another is all we can do, that we are often scared, that there is much we don’t understand and never will, that we are often caught up in situations beyond our control, can’t see the way forward, and when we least expect it–we fall in love, or meet a wonderful friend or see the most magnificent sunrise ever–all of which connect us to the infinite and makes us feel that we are truly alive and belong.

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