In a couple of weeks, I'll celebrate birthday number 45. Yeah, I know that some people worry about others knowing their age. Well, I see it like this: many people haven't lived this long, so I'm really lucky.
So let me summarize see what's happened in my writing life so far. I've finished thirty-five books, seven scripts, and lots of poems, with roughly a third of them having been published in literary magazines across the United States and the United Kingdom. My novels have surpassed 50,000 sales, and I'm still writing. So what does all this mean? It's kind of like having a checklist of places I wanted to visit and marking them off. Have I achieved my goals?
That's a yes, and a no. For one thing, goals always change. They have to. If a person has nothing to strive for, why should they reach for anything? There are always more stories I want to put to paper, more characters I want to meet, more readers I really want to enjoy the journeys of my work. In short, I think it's really not so much about arriving as it is what happens along the way. Besides, as much as I want certain things in my life, truthfully, I could never do half of what I do without all the people readers don't see on the pages of the novels. And besides all the people who help me put the books out there, I am also infinitely grateful for the readers who meet me halfway and welcome my words in. After all, being thankful is a goal, and that one, I definitely plan to keep achieving.