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Pre-Imaginarium Randomness

In less than 24 hours I will be in Louisville, Kentucky for the Imaginarium Convention. It's a convention that gives a heavy focus to writers in all their myriad shapes and sizes. The convention also plays host to independent filmmaking and gaming, but I'm going for the writing side of things.

A year ago, Imaginarium was the place where I met some amazing authors and made some friends (Jack Wallen among them). It was also place where the floodgate of actually admitting I was a writer was not only opened. That bitch was blown off the hinges. I vowed at last year's Imaginarium that I would participate and complete NaNo (National Novel Writing Month).  And I did.  I also vowed that I would have a book published in 2017. And I did. And lastly I vowed that I do what I needed to do to stay true to my writing heart. And I did. And still am.

Last year I really didn't know what to expect. It was kind of a last minute decision. I floated from panel to workshop without really knowing what I wanted (or in truth, what I needed as a writer).  This year is different. In the year since, I have become more intentional with my writing and with what I need to continue to improve my craft. I feel like that focus is going to give me some deeper insights than even those I garnered last year.

Which, to be honest, has me stoked.  Pumped. Excited. And slightly terrified. Well, only in the sense that the more I learn and do to improve my craft, the more the pressure actually falls on my shoulders.

I am getting to the point where I can no longer say things like "well, I really don't know what I don't know."  Or "If I only knew how to do X, Y, or Z, then I would be a better writer."

But I am learning the things that are necessary to grow my craft. So, in short, I'm taking away my excuses.

The excuses I've been carrying most of my adult life as to why it was never the write time, or maybe I wasn't good enough, or that I couldn't really live my dream as an author.

Those are all out the window now, aren't they?

I'm published.  I have a book out. I have several books in the various stages of creations. I have another one coming out in a box set collection in December.

At this point, it's on me.

Which is the terrifying part.  I mean it's also the cool part.

I'm kind of rambling at this point. I suppose that it is to be expected.

I'm going to cut this short. I need to go pick out the panels and workshops I'm going to attend. I'm sure I'll have more to post from Imaginarium, but for now I bid you a fond good night.

Peace,
-TS

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