You might be wondering why Isle of Gods is no longer up for sale. When I released the book, I was determined to make it a series because I read somewhere that was what you’re supposed to do. What’s with me and doing what I’m “supposed to do?” I don’t know. It’s like I never learn my lesson. [Read more…]
Can a story change a life?
Ever since I was a little kid, I used to like to go to the library. I’d walk amongst the stacks, easing the books from the shelves. I’d collect them in a pile and walk them up to the front desk always mindful of the number of books I was allowed to check out.I’d go home and sit on the floor in my bedroom leafing through the books. I read stories that took place and other lands and many that took place in this country that I had grown up and. I saw pictures and books of fascinating things that existed on the other side of the world and those pictures inspired me to travel. Opening each new story was like opening up my imagination. [Read more…]
I’ve been working on a new novel tentatively called Of Gods for the past couple of months. If anyone asked me why I have been absent from this blog or social media I always say it’s because I’m working on a new novel, but that isn’t really the reason why. In reality I lost track of things.
At some point along the way I stopped doing my morning routine and everything went downhill from there. I never stopped meditating, but I stopped doing the other stuff. I was lazy with my yoga practice. I stopped reading personal development books. A lot of my free time was spent on terribly negative thinking. It can happen so easily.
As you develop new habits for your success those new habits can get easier and easier. The momentum begins to build, but the old habits are still lurking in the background waiting for a chance to slip in like a thief in the night stealing away your progress. I let my old habits slip in.
I wasn’t writing as much as I should have. I could have finished this novel months ago if I were disciplined about it. Even as I approached the end, I found myself writing less and less. I was delaying finishing.
Why would I do this? Why would I let myself fall so far backwards after coming so far? Being able to peel back the layers and look at the real reasons why is key to figuring out what’s going on. A lot of times these problems come from fear. And many times if you look closely you’ll see that you are so wrapped up in yourself and losing something that you forget that by stepping into those fears you can contribute a great thing to this world.
I know that personal development people talk about making a giant difference in the world, and contributing something great, and changing the world all the time. Maybe that’s cliché or maybe in reality it does make that big of a difference.
Writing a novel is not going to bring about world peace. Telling the stories that I feel compelled to tell in the most honest heartfelt way possible could feasibly touch the heart of others who read them. Maybe my stories could affect the way someone thinks about the world around them and themselves. Sharing stories instead of keeping them bottled up inside affects how I interact with other people around me.
I still believe that we can affect this world in the small ways that can become mighty. We build momentum and force as we act much like dominoes toppling over one after the other.
I would like the momentum that I build to help others feel good and know that they are not powerless in this world. Even the small things you do can have a great consequences.
So in short, for a little while I stopped believing in myself. I was afraid that all of my writing was crap. I stopped believing in others. I let my fear of failure get the best of me. I’m done with that for now. It’s time to move on.
I’ve learned a big lesson in the past few months. I thought I’d take a minute to share that with you. Here is the truth as raw and uncensored as possible. I talk a big game, but deep down I always expect to fail. I think that it worked out for this or that person, but it won’t work out for me. That’s me calling myself being realistic, but in reality it’s just being scared. [Read more…]
My father went in for a minor surgery a few weeks ago. It was nothing serious and his doctor just referred to it as an outpatient procedure. It would be simple, easy-breezy, no worries. That’s what we all thought, but it didn’t go that way at all. [Read more…]