it’s time…

i’ve made my decision and to hell with everything else. i am going to write the great american novel.

the topic, though abrupt as it may sound has actually been a lifelong quest. ever since i wrote my first short story in the second grade, i knew that i wanted to do more, push my increasingly developing style and putting it out there for others to read and analyze and reread.

the issue is not money. i don’t care if i don’t sell a million copies nor do i care if it isn’t made into a movie. i just want to put it out there.

the idea was recently revived after having a simple conversation with a local photographer and friend of mine. we talked candidly of our jobs and the direction the industry was heading and how important it was to stop talking and set goals already.

mine was obvious. before the question even formed, i knew what i had to do. “i’m gonna write a novel jac,” i said. and so it began.

but about what and how? i have an 18-month-old and am a overworked journalist who sleeps seldomly as it is. but there are no more excuses. i have hundreds of stories inside of me and i know it. it’s time i start to share.

so there you have it. as i write this, i have completed my first page of the next great american novel. it’s a simple topic, a simple structure and with normal people, but i have a feeling that when done, it’s stretch will be more than i can ever imagine.

so here’s to happy writing and few writing blocks…