Why I Write...

Why do I write?

On a particular night in late 2006 (I say a particular night because I'd be lying to you if I had put down a specific date) I decided on a whim to start writing a story that had cropped into my head years before.

On this night, I literally said, "What the crap..." and began writing my first novel of a trilogy.

As I stated in my previous blog post, finishing this first novel was surreal ... there's really no other way of putting it. I cannot tell you the number of times I wanted to stop writing this book; the number of times I thought what I was doing was a complete waste of time; the number of times that little voice in the back of my head was saying, Jake ... this novel is never going to amount to anything. Why do you write this crap day after day?

Thanks to a determination that likely came straight from God, I told myself that I would regret it for the rest of my life if I quit.

As of today, I am thirteen chapters into the second book of the trilogy, and it's going surprising well, flowing somewhat naturally from brain to keyboard. I'm on pace to finish this second book much faster than the first book ... but sometimes your pace gets cut off by unforeseen barriers hidden in the fog; those you have to deal with as they come.

For now, I write on.

I'm out!

JCON