Did you know each year of your life is like a novel?

One of the two books I wrote and published this year. Writing is an expression of hope that readers will discover our books.

I believe that the end of each year is more like the end of a book that has 365 pages.

For a long time, I believed that end of each year was like the end of each chapter in the book of our lives. I don’t believe that anymore.

Take a look at the novels you have read. There is a basic plot. There is a basic set of characters who work their way in and out of scenes throughout the book.

Some good.

Some bad.

Some major.

Some minor.

Some hang around.

Some leave.

But we definitely know who the characters are. If life were the single book, I would have already forgotten most of the characters. They were important for a while. They have not been around for a long time.

Life has too many plots. A year only has one with intermittent subplots. Just like a book. That’s why I now believe that the end of each year is more like the end of a book that has 365 pages.

No more.

No less.

I figure 365 pages make a pretty good eBook. It’s not an epic. It’s simply a slice of life, and that’s what a year is to the book inside each of us.

The year had a little humor. I watched and heard my grandchildren say the darndest things. I laughed. I looked for reasons to laugh.

A little compassion. I lost too many friends. I had to hug too many necks. I had to dry too many tears. I had to say goodbye too many times. I cried too many tears in the dark when I was alone.

The year had disappointments. We still haven’t figured out how to sell books. But we may be getting close.

It had hope. I wrote two books – Confessions from the Road and Bad Side of a Wicked Moon – and am finishing a third, Rainy Night to Die.

Depressed?

Write another novel. There is always hope that it breaks through.

If not, the next one surely will.

The year had its share of characters. A few have been around for a long time. A few are what I would call real friends. And what’s a real friend? Country comedian Jerry Clower once told me that a true friend is one you don’t mind calling at two in the morning if you’re in trouble. They are the ones who want you to call any time you have trouble.

And the year ushered in a lot of new friends. I know your names. I know what you write. I read what you write. I live with you on Twitter. In emails. On Facebook. Through the words of your blogs.

We may never meet, but I appreciate you, have grown accustomed to you and would hate the face the rest of my life without you.

Thanks for being there.

And the year had a theme. Life is hard. Life is not for the weak. Life goes on. And it should go on.

So another book, another love story, another sad story, another story of hope, another story when gunfire erupts anew.

The year is not a book that plotters would write. It would drive them crazy. No one sees the future. No one can outline it. No one knows who all the characters will be.

We don’t know what will happen, when it will happen, or to whom it will happen.

That’s what makes the book of 2018 absolutely perfect for us pantsers.

I’ll fly through it by the seat of my pants, as always, which is the way I write my novels.

I don’t know what will happen next and I can’t wait to find out.

Please click HERE to find Bad Side of a Wicked Moon on Amazon. 

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