I wanted to make a technical writer’s
wages writing books like I liked to read.
So I could quit work and write full-time.
I wasn’t able to sell my books to
I worked for a living and wrote before and
after work. And during work, after I got
a job writing technical manuals. This
got me fired, but that gave me something to write about.
Not being able to sell my books to
I kept writing.
Now I have finished 39 years of 40-Year Run, my stack.
The last year is going to be interesting.
Maybe my luck will change.
Maybe it won’t.
Maybe I’ll die before I finish 40-Year Run.
If I don’t die, I’ll finish it.
Maybe it will be published.
Maybe it won’t.
There are a lot of maybes.
Was it worth it?
Maybe.
Would I do it again?
Maybe.
Would I encourage other people to do what
I did?
Maybe.
Do I understand what happened?
Maybe.
Does it matter?
Maybe.
Was it all for naught?
No.
It was all worthwhile. It was
mostly rewarding. I don’t know.
Maybe I’ll keep growing.
Growth is a natural process.
Nothing interferes with it, really.
Don’t you keep growing?
You don’t have to be a writer to grow.
A writer just keeps track.