Moving Forward: Writing

If I’m not posting as frequently as I was for a while there, it’s because, well, I’ve got these resumes to send out, job-hunting phone calls to make, etc.

And yet, while the banks close in and prepare to carve up our house and the like, and Penny and I continue to look for work, life still goes on. Kids still have swim lessons and gymnastics practice, the business (anemic as it is) still needs me to do work, and dinner still needs to be prepared.

Something else that I need to continue attending to? My writing.

Writing this blog has been a great way for me to vent my spleen and to figure out what the hell I’m doing and where I should be heading with regard to my marriage and my life. Thank you all for helping me with this! At the same time, though, I have fiction projects I want to work on. Now that you and I have this rapport,  dear reader, please allow me to ask if you’d be interested in helping me with something else. I won’t be offended if you decline.

Would you be interested in reading and commenting on a novel I’ve begun writing? I would write it at about the same pace as my blog (well, more like two or three entries per week, when I’m not otherwise moving, divorcing, groveling for work, or robbing banks). All I’d ask is that you read it and offer any comments you may have about what is working and what isn’t for you as a reader. With your encouragement (and your gentle guidance), my goal is to make steady progress on a fiction project that, some day not too far down the road, people might be willing to buy off the book stands.

My plan is to work on the project on a password protected blog.

Are you interested? Want to know more before saying one way or the other?

Please either post your interest or your questions here (the e-mail addresses you enter when you post comments — or when you log in via WordPress and then comment — can be seen by me but are not posted publicly) or drop me a line at “it never rains in seattle at g mail dot com.”

Thanks for considering it!

And now, back to my failing marriage and pithy observations about life, already in progress….