Manifesto, But Not Really

So it’s come to this.

There have been failed starts in the past. There have been high hopes, and big dreams, and the best intentions.

Years ago, I wrote a short manifesto to myself called “The Start to Digging Deep.” I know, I know. It’s the kind of “dear diary” garbage that I won’t bore anyone with here. At the time, it meant something. But then again, for people like us, it always means something in the moment. But it’s the doing of the thing that always seems to trip us up.

So, this is not a manifesto. This is not a call to arms. In fact, this blog isn’t really about anything. I’m a writer. Which is quite possibly one of the most boring things to try to explain to people. I’m just starting out in this game. If you want the science of things, I suggest reading Hugh Howey’s site, or Konrath’s, or CreativeIndie. All have interesting insights. Me? I’m an author with a graphic design background trying to figure this thing out. If I make it, super. If not, that’s cool, too.

But I am done with grand statements that go nowhere. I am done with that nonsense.

All I want to do now is write.