Evening Epilogue: Day 28 (The Foreword) 84/90

Good evening,

How goes it? In a good space right now. My energy is good and I feel good. Today wasn’t that stressful, and the fact that I’m off tomorrow only makes it better (thanx Jewish holiday). Add to that the fact that I now officially have only two days left ’til I can break fast (I actually think that’s where the word breakfast came from) and it’s a good day indeed.

My mind is clear right now and I have no major epiphany to write about this evening. That’s the downside to this self-imposed writing marathon—sometimes you have to write just because. I didn’t want to end up in that space, but this is a good exercise in writing. I started to realize that when one of my fellow journalists told me that she had fallen behind on my blogs and was going to catch up over thee weekend and read the ones she missed like a novel. It reminded me of what another friend had told me early on in this marathon, that this was good practice for my first, second and third book.

See, if I’m able to write three times a day for 30 days straight—why can’t I write a book? If I were to add up the amount of words that I’m compiled over this past month I could easily have equaled that of several chapters of a novel, if not an entire book based on the length of some of these posts. So why can’t I write a book?

Truth be told, I started this blog to make a platform that would build a fan base (that’s where you come in) for my brand of writing and then launch various books. Even still, I’ve always been scared of writing a book(s). When I write I at least have a mental outline of where I want to end at and the steps I’ll use to get to there. But to think so far ahead and make a story that arches over hundreds of pages and 100,000’s of words has always frightened me. But I want to do it. Pardon me, I need to do it. Sorry, I meant to say I will do it. It’s only a matter of time.

People constantly tell me they’d easily buy my first novel—whether it be fiction or erotica. I appreciate that vote of confidence in my work and look forward to living up to their/your expectations. I write because I am a writer. This what I do and this is who I am. Sometimes it ain’t pretty, but you need the bad pieces so you know how to appreciate the good ones when they come.

Thanks for listening…