Okay, I’ve been putting off doing a post, because I kind of thought I wanted to have something profound to say after not having been around here for a while. Then I decided, “What the heck? There’s no need to be so serious.” I want to celebrate being back, and being able to post something, by actually posting something. It’s not as though I haven’t been writing this whole time, in any case. In fact, while I’ve been away, I’ve written two complete novels, gotten most of the way done on a third, and I also wrote a very long “short story”.
Those of you who’ve been paying attention (both of you!) will have noticed that chapters of my books have been published on Amazon for Kindle even while I’ve been away. For this I owe thanks to my amazing and incredibly supportive sister, Liz, who showed breathtaking courage and tenacity by wading through my handwritten–often in cursive!–writing to retype it and publish it to Amazon. But now I’ve been able to take that task off her hands.
Those of you who may not understand just what an undertaking that project was will do well to learn this: Before I started using it, cursive was simply called “script” writing. Only after people began to try to decipher my writing did it come to be known as “curse-ive”…and for good reason.
Okay, maybe that’s a mild exaggeration. But it is only mild.
As for just why I have been away for such a long time…well, there will be more on that to come. Suffice it to say that, like Gandalf, I was delayed because I was held captive. I will be writing about that experience, about the things it has made me realize about the society in which we live, and the things which we so readily and thoughtlessly accept, which we should not, in the near future. I’m sure you can’t wait.
There is going to be a shift in focus on this blog–one might actually say that it will be less focused going forward, in the sense that I am not going to attempt to tailor it narrowly about one particular topic or subject matter, nor even to keep it focused around narrow ranges of material. Of course, I expect that I will continue to write about scientific and medical topics; these are two of the loves of my life, after all, and as the great Carl Sagan pointed out, when you’re in love you want to shout it to the world. But another love of my life is writing fiction, and I am going to be discussing my ongoing fiction writing a fair amount, since it is the single most dominant fact of my life at the present moment.
I have been writing at least a thousand words a day (and usually more) at least six days a week for the past two years or so. Thus the two and two-thirds completed novels and the seventy-five page “short story.” I will publish the latter–called Paradox City–on Amazon as soon as it’s in shape to do so, and I am going to continue to publish serially the chapters of both Mark Red and The Chasm and the Collision as I get them in shape to do so as well. I will begin to publish the third novel, Son of Man, the same way, as I get it ready.
I am doing this under the imprint of my own publishing company, which is called Chronic Publications, a company which I envisioned at least as far back as high school. I am soon going to be incorporating it (as a Florida corporation), and carrying out my intention of giving half the after-tax proceeds to literacy charities. As a writer, how could I do otherwise? Without written language, civilization would not exist. For anyone at all to be deprived of the joy of partaking in that fact in the modern world is unforgivable.
So that’s a little hint of the shape of things to come, at least as it pertains to this blog. I hope to keep you entertained, perhaps to provoke some thought, and in any case, to indulge myself here. If you like it, please share it (you don’t need to put a ring on it, though). I really am going to try to make a difference in the world from here on in, so the more people I can reach, the better.
In the meantime, thank you for reading, if you are reading. Well, if you aren’t you can’t experience my thanks, anyway, so I guess it goes without saying. Trees falling in woods while no one’s listening, and all that…