Wow I am far behind on this. Tipping the scales at near 3K words on my NaNoWriMo Novel. I guess one thing that has been stopping me is that I view what I write as my Brain Baby, My “I’ll make a million doing this” and become famous beyond words, I’ll be a best seller and people will speak my name is hushed whispers for fear of invoking my wrath upon them.
Yah. I suppose now is time for me to wake up and get real. But as odd as it may sound, no matter how many times I give myself a reality check about the feasibility that writing a book will even net me money, I still think somehow that it will make famous or something, The idea that this is better then anyone else stuff still slowly creeps back in my head. Then I go read another book and realize what i am writing is pure lard, but that only lasts so long and I get back into my dreams. Hope and Ego can be such a nasty combo sometimes, but I can’t be the only person subject to this self punishment. But in the end, I keep it close to the vest, worried that some one might take my baby, and all that. Blah, Blah, Blah.
In the end, however, it is still not written, it is just a story that is bouncing around in my head and forever trapped in La-La land. So this NaNo I am trying to write it, dang it. and if I do get it published I plan to give 80% of what I make off it to NaNo, (Boy that took a lot not to delete, to be honest, it’s a scary idea to toss away a dream like that in hopes to accomplish a reality.
As time beats down upon me, I realize that there are those out there that truly have a gift to write, like Moderan, who seems to be plowing though his novel, and yet does not seem to be clinging to ideas of fame or fortune. What is his secret, I suppose you an go to his blog and ask him. When I seek advice I go to those that accomplish and ask. Which is why I read books like the Power of Positive Thinking.
But I would rather write the story now, then hold these dreams. So be it. If I would have made a million bucks off this dream of mine then NaNo will be will set for the next series of authors. In the end, let me leave you with some words of wisdom from someone far more daring and accomplished then myself.








He was the epitome of the eccentric artist, that much I will give him. He was famous, rich, and strange in every way a man could be. He invented dance moves, images and all in all he seemed to escape any attachment of race, or even profession, beyond the title “The King of Pop”, like he was just…for lack of a better way to put this, Michael Jackson, an entity in his own right.
Take pride in all you do! Loosing some races does not mean the game is over! Keep running no matter what!