Old Year Musings

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If I never wrote another novel I would still be happy. Sort of.

2015 was THE YEAR. When the digital revolution conspired to let me become 'published.'

The mark is ineradicable.

Turning it into a career is hard and slow, but the first milestone has been reached. I have met one-book authors who have no intention of repeating the process, and they baffle me. How can 'achieving a dream' be 'finish ONE book'?

Like creating a coffee plantation to get one perfect cup. And then quitting coffee-drinking.

Maybe it wasn't that hard for them. Maybe it was TOO hard.

But I've found my calling. I CAN.


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