Last of Early Dreams

I have written quite a bit through the years. From these postings I suppose one can tell that I'm quite the armature. My musings are dry, without much description or wit but I'm not bothered by it. Along with art and music this is yet another little something I enjoy.

While I was an art director for the automotive magazine, I wrote a short story for another magazine published (consisting of memories from readers and editors of the fifties and sixties) by the same company. I took my first unedited version of the story to the managing editor who later told me she laughed until tears rolled down her cheeks. She wanted to publish it in the magazine.

Sadly, the magazine was axed from the line up never to be published again. I was this close (imagine my forefinger and thumb illustrating distance) to being officially published. But with time and technology, blogs and the easy creation of websites, I have finally realized my dream of being published. Oh, not through a book or magazine publisher. No, no... It is here within this box I gaze now that I have realized my last dream. As well, I joined National Novel Writing Month that occurs from November 1 to midnight of November 30. The object is to write 50,000 words in that time period. Through this organization I have completed two novels in two years. Both first drafts - of course - certainly not completed but the words are out of my brain and saved on CDs for children, grandchildren, great grandchildren and so forth to read.

Through the years as I worked in companies for Presidents, CEOs, etc. I realized I wanted to start my own company; that I wished to work for myself and none other.

After leaving my last job in 2006 to come home and help my mother with her invalid husband, I was about to advance into my forth dream.