Hello interwebs. I’ve been away from you, off and on, for a time now. Hell, my last post was the end of July. I’ve been gaming the last week, too. (Can you blame me? Fallout 4 came out. Check out those mitts in the featured image, too. Those are the most awesome gift from the most awesome Michele. My best friend and editor extraordinaire.)
I’ve been on hiatus from writing as diligently as I had before. This absence of writing isn’t because of writer’s block or because of being super busy. It is more of an intended hibernation. I’ve taken the last few months to look inside and find myself again. I’ve not been lost, but it has been a needed time to search inside for the next step. I set out to write my first book because I always wanted to. I had a strong desire to write, but I never did. So one day, I did. Now, here I am almost three years later from that ultimate decision, and I find myself at another point of figuring out what to do next.
I’ve always been the type of person to dream–constantly. But for many years that’s all they were–just locked inside my head and never coming to fruition. But, I not only wrote a book, I wrote three. I’m writing two and a half more as well. (The half is because the third is a shared project.) But, I feel like I should be doing something else from that.
If you’ve read my books, you know that I don’t like to just write stories, but there is a learning point for each of the characters. There isn’t just a happily ever after found in love, but there is a happily ever after found in oneself. That said, I am a HUGE proponent of people figuring their shit out and growing. I don’t think any of us should remain stagnant in life. I am not meaning there that it is bad to take a break. I am saying it because even in our breaks we should be using our minds to grow and learn and move forward.
I’ve been having tons of ideas during this time. I’m thinking of expanding my reach. I’d like to start a youtube channel. There are so many things that I’m into though, so I have no idea where to start. But, that idea to do that, is a start. That’s how my writing began. It was just sitting down at the computer and actively thinking and putting into motion–I’m going to write a book.
So now, I ask you, “What do you want to actively put out there and make happen?” All it takes is that first step.
Our hearts and dreams are made to blow up. I mean it as, they aren’t meant to be locked away. I say that to myself as well. I do guard myself at times and I put up those walls because it’s way easier to keep shit in than to be vulnerable. Writing really broke down that stagnant heart. The only way to fully grasp life and dreams are to live them.
I love definitions. So, I looked up stagnant.
1. (of a body of water or the atmosphere of a confined space) having no current or flow and often having an unpleasant smell as a consequence.
2. showing no activity; dull and sluggish.
Just let those rest in your mind for a bit as you think about where you’re at with your dreams. I know I am. I want to get that heart a flowing get the smell of shit out of it. I don’t know about you, but that’s enough to kick me in the ass to move forward.