I haven’t really told anyone this, but I’ve started writing. I’ve always written this blog, but now I’m writing stories too. I have a lot of stories in my head and I guess I just needed to get them on paper (er, on disk) while my brain is still working.
Today I finished my first short story (though it’s on the long side of short, so it’s more of a novella). I think I’ll edit it a few more times, let a few friends read it, then sent it off to a magazine or anthology for publication. I will get rejected, and I really have no idea what I’m doing here, but it’s worth a try. Something to get my mind off of psychology once in a while, anyway.
And hey, maybe someone will like it, and I’ll become rich and famous. There are plenty of best-selling books that are poorly written but have good ideas, so you never know. When I am famous, you can say you read my blog when I was just a wee lad, and sell all the embarassing secrets that I shared here to tabloids. Lucky you!