Steph's Serials

In 10th grade I "knew" I wanted to be a copywriter. Writing novels never interested me. Most of my co-horts wanted to be an author of book and were just doing the ad gig to make money. I loved writing for commerce. Of course, not too much (office politics!), because twice I started story-grounded ventures of my own. First a hat business. Then my great aunt Glady's Bloody Marys. One I chose to leave. The other I had to....alongside four other heartbreaks (a marriage, a house, a city, and a lover) all pursued on the basis of a deep instict. I "knew" these paths were right. I followed my heart. Listened to my soul. And it all came crashing down.

Now what? The only whisper I get is to write. Really? Books in this day and age are not money making ventures. But ok. In that case, how about trying a passion project I don't turn into a business. Thing is I don't wanna squirrel it away until it's done. I hear tales of 2 to 10 years. Ugh. So, I'm putting my fumblings out for anyone to see. Feel like following along? Be my guest. Please be gentle with criticism though. None of this will be finished work. It's just my journey to see what takes.