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Ah My Dream, There You Are

Hello 2017, you beautiful bitch. I know we haven't really talked or set the tone for how the year is going to go, but here's the thing-I own you. You're mine. Shit is going to happen this year. Good shit. And you're going to like it, I promise.

2016, by most popular accounts was a shit show.  But that's the surface sheen. The celebrity veneer, if you will.

For me, 2016 was AH-MAZING!  I got out of my own head and got seriously involved with not one, but TWO writing groups.  I built the foundations for some seriously awesome friendships that I know in my heart of hearts will last me for the rest of this lifetime and maybe a few more after that. So, I've got that going for me. Which is nice.

And, as you've no doubt read on this blog, I've claimed my place in the universe as a writer.

I finished the first draft of a novel. And I put a large dent in what is sure to be a book of poetry that will be released in 2017.

In short, in regards to making my dreams come true-2016 was one of the best years of my life, bar none.

In the journey of a thousand steps to being an international best-selling author, it was the first step.

And the first step is the most important.

Oh...and I will be an international best-selling author. That is not arrogance or hubris. It's a goal. A dream.  Something that's been a dream of mine since Duane Soisson and I sat down to write our first book together in high school on his dad's Tandy in that basement on Fairdale Avenue.

Here's a little bit of what you can expect from Todd Skaggs, the author, in the coming year.

Guest blog posts and interviews with the likes of Violet Patterson, C.Bryan Brown, and (I'm very excited to add) a conversation that with Jack Wallen that will be posted on his web site.

Let me just pause on that one for a second. I met Jack Wallen at Imaginarium and it was amazing. In the time since October, I'm formed a friendship with Jack (as much as one can through Facebook). But it's been a crazy journey. We have a shared love of good music and vinyl. I had one of my poems read on one of his podcasts. And we just wrapped up initial drafts for a piece on his "Get Jack'd" section for his website that will be posted sometime this year.

That in itself is already a shiny spot on the highlight reel of the year. And it's only January!!

But, as Ron Popeil is wont to say, "But wait...there's more."

Here's what else is happening.

  • I have a short story that I've submitted for an anthology that should be out in 2017.
  • I was asked to be one of 16 authors in an Urban Fantasy Boxset of books that will be out in April.
  • The Treachery of Rainbows, the science fiction novel I wrote as part of NaNoWriMo, will be released in 2017, come hell or high water.
  • Better To Have Loved, a book of poems, which may or may not include a romance short story, will be released, good lord willing and the creek don't rise.
There was a post here last year, or maybe on Facebook, where I said that 2017 is the year I was going to be published.  I wasn't joking.  If 2016 was the year I finally realized that I was a writer, wrapping myself in the cocoon of that realization, then 2017 is the year that the beautiful butterfly of my writing career emerges to take flight.

The past couple of weeks, I've been pinching myself. Wondering why or how this all happened. And a day or so ago, I realized that the why was a natural result of the how. The how is FINALLY embracing the fact that I AM a writer. Shifting from that focus of wanting to be a writer to acknowledging that I am a poet and a writer. There will be a post on Violet Patterson/Trace Broyles' blog about "Wanting to Be vs. Being" in February or March, so I don't want to steal my own thunder too much. 

So..my dear friends and readers, that's where my head is at.

The reality is, as a writer, I would write anyway. Whether or not you were here to read it. But, the reward for me, the thing that makes it truly fulfilling is knowing that you are here, reading and absorbing and maybe occasionally connecting with the words I'm writing. That is what makes being a writer worthwhile for me.

Stay tuned...2017 is going to kick much ass!

Peace and light,
-Todd


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