Vicarious Rocky

Where the hell have I been? Fine question. I have been writing a novel. I am obsessed and it is stealing all my writing energy and focus. It's horribly embarrassing to admit, but here I am, admitting it. The embarrassment especially stems from the fact that I quit my job 10 years ago to do this as well, and I did it and hated what I wrote and it was a humiliating, painful, soul-sucking experience.

Well, this time it has been an incredibly easy, enriching experience. I am 60% done, and I think it's something someone would enjoy reading. Are you that someone? That, I am not so sure about. More on that later . . .

Mostly the joy in it comes from a better perspective. Because of my cushy life, financial success in this endeavor no longer matters, so I am committed to a long and unfruitful journey as a writer. I have multiple projects in the air and feel no urgency to be on Oprah's Book Club. This is a process. A long and enjoyable journey that leads to wherever, and I'm fine with that.

But, I haven't been blogging because I am shooting to submit the manuscript to a contest with a mid-November deadline.

OK, that is all! Oh, no wait! I do not want to tell you what it is about, so don't ask. :)