ABCs of Thanksgiving – W is for Writing

“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”

Ernest Hemingway

I am a writer.

Some days I’m a good writer.

I’ve known I wanted to be a writer since, at least, high school. If not before.

But I don’t think I knew how to go about doing it professionally. You know, that whole business in Albuquerque and all of that.

Somewhere along my fiftieth year, I read a book that made me stop saying that I wanted to be a writer. Instead I started saying that I am a writer.

Over the years I’ve done copywriting, I worked as a speechwriter, I’ve edited a magazine. And of course the blog.

I also managed to have one book published, now out of print (and a good bit out of date).

And I self-published my play: Clean Dry Socks: Diary of a Doughboy (available on Amazon).

That novel though…

The fact is that, through Nanowrimo (National Novel Writing Month), I’ve “finished” about six novels. I put them aside to publish the play. I’m back to one of them now and continuing to do edits.

Honestly I don’t know how authors crank out book after book.

Well to be fair, a lot of them aren’t doing it with a day job, and a couple of night jobs.

I used to tell myself that I needed a better setup, a better laptop, a better…something.

That’s not true.

What I need to do is stop talking (or blogging) about writing, and just get it done.

I have a goal to finish the first draft of that novel by the end of this year.

If I don’t make it, I’m going to pretend I never wrote that here.

I’m a writer. Even if the book never gets published.

I have a dream that someday I’ll be able to write from my beach house with a view of the ocean.

I’ll probabably need you to buy several copies of my book.

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ABCs of Thanksgiving – V is for Vanessa

I love her, and that’s the beginning and end of everything.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

A bit more personal note today as the bride and I celebrate 35 years of marriage, some of them blissful.

I wrote about our relationship way back in 2014 when I was struggling with shoulder pain and what I realized was some pharmaceutical induced depression. I don’t talk much about it, but once I figured it out, I stopped the drugs, and the therapy with the doctor who prescribed them.

That’s another story. Maybe a book. But I’ve been watching Dopesick and…well…watch it.

Today we have been married for 35 years and I am thankful for Vanessa.

She tolerates my quirkiness and moodiness.

She has supported me in my theatrical and writing endeavors.

She is supporting me in my Clausical endeavors, although she’s not quite ready to join me at the North Pole.

She has been by my side through two bouts of cancer and a few other assorted maladies.


Life is crazy. I don’t think that thirty-five years ago either of us could have predicted we’d be where we are now.

Life is also good.

And it’s better because I have Vanessa by my side.

Tell her I said so. She forgets my blog gets trapped in her spam filter.

Happy Anniversary, Mrs. Fletcher.