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I could talk about my book, whet your appetite for it, but...no. It's going to be too many years before it comes out. Besides, you aren't even out there...are you? Well, someone might be reading me, but if they are...they aren't saying boo. But...I don't comment on other people's blogs either. So...

That book. The second in a four part series featuring my hero Phil Hyslin. That's the goal, but making it to that point...won't be an easy matter. The ease with which I wrote the first one faded and poofed away during the writing of the second one. I'm close to finishing it, say about 3/4, but...arrgghhh! Hmm, too many characters maybe.

But I am going to get it back! And then...I'll hammer out the third book by hook or by crook and then write the fourth. Hopefully doing all of this by the time I'm 40. That's doable as I've just turned 35.

The unknown is if I can begin making a living on writing during that time. It sure would be nice damnit! Failing that...if I can make a living as enjoyably as I am now. I don't make as much money here, as I did there, but I am happier. The season is just too damn short. And they don't have any other work for me the rest of the year. It's just too damn bad for me.

And when am I going to send out the first book, which is ready to be sent through the inevitable rounds of rejections? Ah, one of the big questions facing me. I'm writing to be published. This is how I want to make a living eventually. It's nice to blog and get whatever comments I get on my other sites, but...if I wasn't a writer, I wouldn't feel the need to blog. It's just another place to show my work. I don't see it happening to me, but it could...that someone in a position to help me could see my work and like it enough to introduce him or herself to me. My history suiggests thought that that aspect is rather farfetched.

Anyway, I'm out. I have things to do. Tomorrow.

 

Charles Petrie