Where are the new books?
We’ve explored many deep topics lately. It’s worked out that way despite my desire to keep things relatively light, but so be it. We live, we learn, and we move forward. The only genuine mistake is the one you don’t learn a lesson from.
In the meantime, you’re probably wondering where are the new books? I always talk about writing and how I do it every day, so where’s the product of that effort? It’s here, with me, where it belongs. Maybe I’ll share it, perhaps I won’t. I feel compelled to do nothing.
I’ve written many things over the past eighteen months, mostly short fiction. Much of it will never see the light of day, not because it’s no good, but because I wrote it to please myself. I gave most things to my wife to read, but I didn’t even give her a lot of them because I didn’t want or need affirmation. I’m happy, and that’s all that matters.
Of course, a new Camaro is on its way, and I have a couple of other manuscripts I’d like to share at some point, but I’m in no particular hurry. They’ll hit the market when I feel like it’s time. I don’t need to have them out there, so I have the freedom to tinker with or ignore anything I choose.
I said a long time ago that I don’t create products. What I make, I create because I have a story to tell. That hasn’t changed.