I am going to forego the author spiel. My story is the same as countless others — late nights of writing, crammed between work, family and sleep. That is not what makes me interesting. There are a few traits, outside of my writing, that make me unique.
I am honest with myself and others. I refuse to commit the sin that a vast majority of writers and bloggers commit: self-deception. I know that my writing and blogging is not ground-breaking. I am OK with that. I know that I am not a household name like C. S. Lewis or H. P. Lovecraft. I am OK with that. I don’t expect the reader to hang on my every word… yet. One day I will be all of these things if I continue to work on the craft.
I will not use my blog as a meat market for my work. I think that a reader who is sufficiently impressed with my work could work the Amazon website without my heavy-handed and amateurish attempts at marketing. Maybe I give readers too much credit, but I refuse to produce a product that I would not personally consume. Commercials posing as blogs irk me.
I will put my family first. There will be spans of time that I do not update my blog. I am my blog’s master; it is not mine.
I write as a hobby. I work for a living. I hope one day that my hobby becomes my living.