Over the years I’ve spent a considerable amount of time moving between genres in an attempt to find my authentic writing voice. I have started (and stopped) more projects than I care to remember. I’ve allowed my dedication to the craft to deteriorate to the point where I’d almost given up on the dream of writing for a living.

Almost.

My creative well was close to becoming dry. I’d allowed a number of years to pass without reading more than a handful of novels. As a busy field manager I’d allowed that business to spill over into my personal life and let it consume my every waking moment. I ended up a really good manager but a poor excuse for a writer.

I’m working on filling that well again by immersing myself in fiction. I’m giving myself permission to day-dream, to allow my mind to wander wherever the hell it wants to go. I’m reading and studying books on the craft; not just inspirational pieces but actual, honest-to-goodness technical books on plot and dialogue and characterization. I’m working on developing the habit of daily writing by setting a daily writing quota and then convincing myself to stay up with the 5am alarm and get that writing done.

I’m currently re-reading Michael Connelly’s THE OVERLOOK and attempting to take in its structure, how the author strings his words and sentences together, why it is the dialogue works, etc.

I’m going to work at writing day in, day out, strengthening my writing habit till it becomes a part of me I can never let go.

Wish me luck.