I....

My apologies for not posting anything recently, but there's a reason.  I quit!  That's right, I'm not doing this anymore.

April Fool's!  Or, as used to be the hot phrase when I was in school... "Psych..."

But there is a certain truth to that...  I interviewed Clyde Edgerton yesterday, and will post more later as I put my notes together for the class project that spawned the interview, but there was some form of a switch that was flipped because of the conversation.

He didn't start seriously working on his writing until he was about 33 - which I will be this year.  Writing is something that I have been thinking about, and handling sporadically, for at least twenty years - finally starting to take things anywhere close to seriously over the last three years.

To date (over the last three years), I have completed a handful of short stories, several scenes, a couple of short script projects and about half of a screenplay.  But I want more.  In order to do that, I need to quit approaching it as a hobby, and "something I am interested in doing", and actually do it.

So, my confession to you - readers - is that I am quitting myself, and the half-assed, unfocused nature of what I have been hoping to piece together (piecing together, without putting in the pages... right, like that'll happen) into a possible writing career.

I am a writer.  I have thought in those terms for so many years, but was to afraid of something that I just did not engage the act seriously.  I am due to graduate with my Master's in 2011-ish.  By that point, I want to have a few publishing credits to help launch my active writing career after graduation.

I am quitting slacking, and am finally going to get to work.