It has been a while since I have been in front of the camera, it's nice to have a break. Really. Honest. No, wipe that smirk off your face. It is!. New opportunities. Downtime? Whatever you want to call it, it's nice to do other things and that is exactly what I have been doing.
I have been filling up my soul with all different environments and conversations, different food and drinks. I have been working as a merchandiser, and never thought working in this field could take me all over this great land. I am staying in hotels where a lot of things are done for me; my meals, my cleaning is all taken care of, so I have the luxury of doing what I want to do.
Recently I have started to incorporate the word "good" into my life. I want to feel good, eat good, have good thoughts, give and grow good memories and only do something if it is good. I have been eating great, even started working out again and even when someone speaks in a negative way, I always end the conversation with something "good".
This attitude has steered me in the direction of writing. I love writing and I have been writing since I was fifteen. I remember I used to write poems in my journal on the bench of our kitchen whilst my mother used to prep meals or clean. She got a buzz from hearing them and I got a buzz from writing them. I think if I never started writing I may not have had the courage to enter acting passionately into my life years later.
I have been slogging away on a story titled "Lewis McKillop" and I can say that after another edit (thanks Max Davine for the last notes; look him up, he is brilliant editor/writer). I can say that I have finished another draft. Is it the final draft, well, I am going to publish through Amazon Kindle, and it will be available in paperback too as soon as I finalise the front cover. This is great. It feels nice. It feels good.
I also started writing another novel and I have followed Stephen King's advice and have poured out, pulled in and pushed out and prodded myself to write 2000 words a day. Look, the grammar, spelling and the language is a mess, but doing this for the last two weeks I have 20,000 words already. And as a dear friend told me it is about 'the story', everything can work itself out in the next edit. "Lewis" the story which took me over 15 years to write is about 60,000 words. Crazy - insane -insane - crazy!
I must say the stories are polar opposites; "Lewis" is a story about a young saviour to the universe, targeted in the genre of young sci-fi, and the second novel "GIN" is an over the top blatant adult fiction told from the point of view of the hero who is a Australian, alcoholic bogan who can speak to the dead.
So different... So well ...
The only reason I can say that I have been able to pour, vomit, expel 20,000 words is because I respect my time a little more because of the incorporation of the word "good" into my soul.
A little four little word which can make a huge difference.
As I have another birthday just last month, I realise that it is the little things which count. What makes us happy is the richest thing we should be striving for.
For me right now #YearOfBuilding and the word "GOOD" is the salt and pepper in my day.