The Write Side of My Brain – Creating the Things, Making the Art, Doing the Work

When I’m working on a novel, I work 70-hour weeks.

American author and screenwriter, Dean Koontz was born on this day in 1945.

Koontz is one of my favorite authors. I loved, and finished, the entire Odd Thomas series as well as the Jane Hawk series and several of his other books. I’m sure I’ll read more.

Koontz has a way of putting together words that makes me want to say “oooh, I wish I could write like that.

But I can’t. Koontz, just like my other favorites, has always been a writer.

I on the other hand was 50 when I stopped saying I want to be a writer and started saying I am a writer.

I’ve always known that, but I didn’t devote my life to writing. Or art. Or theatre.

I somehow ended up with a 40 plus year career in government and politics.

That is not the story I would have written.

But here I am in retirement trying to be an writer, and and artist, and an actor, and oh yeah, Santa.

My health journey of the last year reminds me that I can’t do all the things.

I can’t, or is it won’t, spend 70 hours a week on my novel. Or my blog. Or practicing piano.

So I’ll probably never be a best-selling author.

That won’t stop me from writing. I have things to say and I like putting the words together to say them.

With any luck, and hard work even if it’s not seventy hours a week, I’ll find folks wanting to read them.

GROW

They say we’re young and we don’t know
We won’t find out until we grow
Sonny and Cher

Sonny and Cher were a big part of my childhood. I remember watching them on an afternoon dance show. Later I’d watch their variety hour. As I told some friends the other day, the 70s had the best music.

But this post isn’t about Sonny and Cher or the 70s music.

It’s about how we grow. Well, I suppose my taste in music grew. I like a lot of other stuff. I just know the best.

I digress.

Or do I make a point.

We all grow. We all grow at different rates.

I was also talking to my friends about how I was often a teenage idiot. Then again, I think we’re all idiots as teenagers. It’s a part of growing.

See how I made that transition?

I don’t think we ever really stop growing. I’m sixty-seven and there are still things that I’m learning. Many that I wish I had learned much, much sooner.

But here I am.

Some days my writing grows better than others.

DO

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