Ten years ago, I was just another nobody, hashing out so-called stories on tired second-hand computers. Today I stand at the threshold of authordom. My story is written and polished, and just about ready to go. I am weeks, maybe days away from publishing. I’m just waiting on the final edition of the cover art, and a final edit of the manuscript. Sure, I’ve published fiction before. But this time it’s different. This time, I’m doing this as a professional fiction author. No more free web fiction. No more practice pieces. No more pseudonyms and anonymous pieces. This story will be published under my name, and it will be priced at fair value. It’s going to be a whole new world.
I was a writer long before I was a blogger. I haven’t made much mention of it much here, or on my previous blog, but fiction is my calling. Has been for the past ten years. While I spent the last five years writing about politics on the Internet, my identity as a blogger has always been subordinate to that as a writer. It’s always been amusing to see that people think of me primarily as a blogger or a student, maybe both, and almost never as a writer. But then, I don’t draw attention to my fiction works. Not when they were still unformed, still clawing to express something deeper, something truer, than what my skills allowed me to produce. With the coming of my story, I will redefine my public self. This time as myself.
There will be changes on the horizon. This blog will change, as it has changed with me over the years. I can’t afford to set up a separate website solely for my books, and I don’t think sales from the story will cover the costs. Therefore, I have to rely on this blog, and the other social media I use (Facebook, Google Plus, Twitter) to market my works. More than that, I need it to represent who I am.
This blog once covered my views on politics. Now, it will cover a broader spectrum of topics. Including my writing, of course, but it will also include other topics of personal interest. Off the top of my head, I can think of writing, self-publishing, business, and philosophy. Previously, I didn’t have enough time or motivation to blog more than once a month. With the coming of the story, I suppose I will have an incentive to blog more often. I’m hoping I’ll actually have the time and energy to blog more often, too.
I’ll be using the blog to sell my stories too. I’m thinking of posting links on the sidebar, and creating a new page specifically for my fiction. This story, this novella, won’t be a one-off event. It’s only the beginning of my career as a professional writer. I’m already working on my next story, in fact. And it’ll be just one of many to come. Once I thought I could win a few awards and make a boatload of money. Now, I’ll settle for being true to myself.
Publishing the story won’t produce very many short-term changes. It won’t make me an overnight sensation, or propel me to the ranks of the nouveau riche. It probably won’t even be a blip on the literary radar. But it will mark the start of some long-term changes. Making money from writing is just one of them. I don’t pretend to see everything on the horizon, but I think I’m ready to face what will come. The road I’ve walked for the past decade is coming to a close. I feel the wheel of change rolling in my blood, spinning a new path from the end of the old. I can’t make out the shape of the new road from here – which merely means I’ll have to figure it out as I go along. So it’s time to spin the wheel, and start walking down this new road.
And as for the title of the story: Eventual Revolutions.