In the beginning...

Today is roughly 6 months after I began writing my first novel, Dreaming, and it's high time I started a periodic installment of thoughts, questions, musings and so forth regarding my Dreaming journey.

In hindsight, I wish I had started this blog back then. I had many interesting and amusing adventures and thoughts along the way that were worth sharing and my life is so very different now than it was then... but better late than never. I suppose the book itself reflects my last 6 months in its own special way, so perhaps it can serve as a proper stand-in.

Now, 6 months later, the book is written, the cover is designed, and I'm ready to balance my post-writing options, namely to self-publish or to wait and try my luck with agents and traditional publishers.

I couldn't be happier with the project itself. The book is everything I dreamed of and more (pardon the pun) when I began writing many months ago. Now I just need to find the best way to get it out in the world and share it with others. I know deep down that it's capable of becoming popular, perhaps even massively popular, but it's going to take a lot of work and even more luck to get it in front of the eyes of the many people I believe will enjoy it as much as I do.

And so it begins... my adventure in publishing and marketing. I'm an author, but can I become a published author? What about a successful author? Only time will tell.

One final thought for this inaugural post: Last night I stumbled upon some old files in my computer and discovered a poem I had written over 6 years ago. I wrote this poem randomly and without apparent cause in January of 2004. It just happened and I put it down in a Word document for whatever reason, then forgot it existed until last night. Having now completed the book, I read this poem and find myself stunned, confused and amazed at the bizarre foreshadows it contains. Even the title is strangely interesting, given that I honestly had forgotten this poem existed for a full 6 years before the idea for the book came to me.

I'll share the poem below and, in time and once you have read Dreaming, you too can share in my amazement and confusion as to how and why this poem came out as it did way back when...


“Dreaming of You” SCP 1/27/04

Dreaming away, dreaming of you,
The darkness it falls, the night is anew.
You beckon to me, to walk through the door,
Colors surround you, I've not seen before.
Surroundings are strange, afraid I would be,
If you were not there, walking beside me.
You held me so close, your heartbeat I felt,
Whenever you touch me, I can't help but melt.
Although in a dream, you're real as can be,
My wish when awoken, is...
“Sigh”