The day has begun to pick up. Clothes must be washed, concrete board must be cut and hung, and other trivial matters will arise I have no doubt. Thankfully, my life is simple. Read, church, and home. I will be going to Tennessee Saturday to hit up a few estate sales. It is my hope that I will be able to purchase a desk for my library that I am going to create here in my home. The end goal is to have wall to wall bookshelves that are lined with novels, how-to books, curtains that will hang in the windows, and a nook that I can read, study and write.
It’s not that where I write at now can’t be used for all these things. Where I write at now is bland and non-inspirational. Writers thrive on being inspired. Thus, a place that has art, books, and is quiet can be a major assistance in overcoming the lack of inspiration. Or so I hope. The other side of the coin is that I am not a writer per se. It takes a lot of faith to believe that you can write a novel, even then faith is not enough. The process of writing is daunting at it’s best, and horrifying at the worst.
However, the goal is to improve to the point that I manage to write the novel. Then revise it until it is polished into a gem that is worth reading. At this point it is futile to even consider publish vs. self-publish. Let’s put it down on paper, and then revise it before we consider that step. In writing, much like life or our Christian walk with God, it is imperative to not get the cart ahead of the horse. There are steps that must be taken to cultivate a novel. It is my hope that one day, I will be able to not only learn the process but achieve what is in my heart. God bless you all.