So I'm getting the word out slowly that I'm a published author. I have my name in print.
You haven't heard? Please, tell everyone you know. And buy my book. It's only ten bucks.
But I'm already thinking... what's next?
I had one person tell me that after reading my book, he was left wanting more. I didn't get to press him about this observation. But maybe he just wants another book?
I think it would be fun to develop the story of the Wild Cat of Samos more, to entail more of the legend that it became while we told the story over and over during our trip to Samos. The initial story is phenomenal enough, with it's caped avenger, cyclops of a brother, and menacing cat.
But maybe there's another story out there.
I do have choices. For example, I've done a fair amount of work on my memoir of the Greece experience. That's a project that would provide good therapy to see through to culmination, perhaps tracing my self-development (or rehabilitation) through the recovery process, with all it's turns and tosses. I could bring the story to the present day, where I am finding my voice and advocating for mental wellness and acceptance. That's a distinct possibility that offers some juicy, salivating grub for these writing chops.
And I still have my fiction, that's more than twenty years old. Thistle Penn and his fabled existence. Where is he, exactly? And what is he? Will he be knocking on my door in the near future, trying to find some sustenance? And who is he traveling with these days? It's been a long time since I kept track of his pursuits. Does he even own a suit?
As for the right now, I'm sitting on the couch with my laptop, drinking a beer, and wondering what in tarnation I'm going to eat for dinner this evening. My wife has left to go see a movie with her family. I was not invited. Not that I would have gone... I've never heard of the movie. I might just settle in with some comfort food-- like a box of mac and cheese-- and watch some Netflix... Or I could get outside and do more gardening/landscaping, nature-loving and dirt-worshiping... I've got more seeds to plant and pray over, because I don't know if it will take a miracle to get some of them to grow... Or there's plenty of books to read. I've dipped my toes in several books and haven't gotten back to them over the past several months. The one on top of my stack is Steven King's "On Writing," which is a great title. In fact, I believe I used it as one of my blog titles. Great minds think alike.
So who knows where this evening goes? Certainly not me. I be ridin' the current, floatin' on down the river. Gots my cooler packed and ready. Gonna be a good ride.
Thanks for taggin' along.