A Spec in Time Series

I never really thought I would be here, but now I am. The precipice.

Precipice: A high and vertical or steep rock face. Presumably, a place where one stands, looking out and down at what is to come. Usually used (in this country) to be a positive feeling of setting out on a new journey towards greatness. I have always questioned that. The OED is my friend. This is the 1st yet obsolete definition for the noun: A headlong fall or descent. Chiefly figurative: a fall into a disastrous situation or condition. 

Yep, that is how this feels. I hope for great things, but my fatalistic mind goes, oh, things are so screwed. I look down from the high rock face and see the jagged rocks sticking out everywhere. Thousands of feet down, and still the bottom of the abyss is impossible to see. Much like the ‘bathroom’ at the Potala Palace in Lhasa Tibet. Two long wooden planks stretched out over a canyon. The idea is you just squat with a foot on each plank and let it loose. You would think that would scare the piss out of you, but fear sucks it all the way up to your eyeballs. Yes, relax, breathe, it will be okay. If you slip you get to fly. Who knows maybe the landing will be soft, discussing but soft. That is if you don’t hit any of those jagged rocks.

I have the first book on both major sites for pre-sale now. People are already commenting on the blurbs. Friends are passing info to people I don’t know. Pre-orders are already greater than I honestly thought I would sell in total. Not that I am planning a vacation at the Hotel del Coronado, but I could probably get a happy meal.

What would you like from this? The question asked by my shrink. Once I managed to keep from throwing up, I knew. Success means different things to everyone. I would simply like the book to pay for itself, and pay for the process of the next book. That way it keeps just keeps rolling. If things turn out greater, cool beans, the other books will be finished faster. If not, I will still write, just the process might change.

I started this to amuse myself. I started this process to move that which was stuck inside. I started this because I am a creative person who really had lost an outlet. When an outlet for creativity ends for whatever reason the creative person jams up. That being will become confused and very sad, even crazed. Creative people need to be creating something. I did this for something to create.

So, as I stand here on the precipice of the creative cliff, I say here you go book. Don’t hit those jagged rocks please, you can avoid them.