I’ve been rather quiet on this front. One, since I’ve been writing, applying for jobs, submitting my novel to various agents, and just generally trying to get my affairs in order, I haven’t had a lot of time to spare. Two, I haven’t had much to say. Three, I’ve got a deal cooking right now and, while I have pulled the trigger, I’m still waiting to see if the bullet hits the target.
I am standing on the precipice of something great and I am both excited and terrified. I am not quite ready to make any announcements other than tantalizing teasers but I will say that I think that the future looks much brighter for me now than it did a few months ago. While I’m not in the vengeance or grudge-holding business, I must say, I think that I am about to surprise not only myself, but several other people.
I am easy to underestimate. I’m short. I’m not that good-looking. I speak with an atrocious Southern accent, soft on endings, liquid of vowels, and in no hurry to get the words out. I keep my mode of dress casual but clean and sturdy. Why? Because why waste a lot of money on designer outfits and haircuts when that money can be better invested elsewhere? I’m hard-working, creative, inventive, intelligent, and honest. I had a couple of bad years recently what with my brother dying so suddenly and unexpectedly and with his daughter’s mothers being complete and utter wankers.
But I have begun to come out of that haze. I have decided that there are three people who will have no part in my life. One of them is only a baby but in order to cut the other two out, I must sacrifice her as well. Such is the choice foisted upon me by unscrupulous individuals. Such is the price that will be paid. I have also decided to forge ahead with my own dreams. If that means taking up a burden that I never wanted to carry, then so be it. I will do it.
All my life, people have underestimated me. I have encouraged them to do this. It makes my life easier. It makes my eventual victories so much sweeter to see the looks of incredulity upon their faces and to know that there were signs all the while, there and easy to spot, for them to see foreshadowing what was hidden beneath the placid mask I show to the world.
A grand conspiracy has come into being with me at its helm and, once I am done, this world will never be the same. The trigger has been pulled. The bullet has left the barrel and is speeding through the air straight for the target at which it was aimed.
And so it begins.
