In my first wave of adulthood, which lasted about twenty years, I did many fun things. If you’ve ever known a bartender that moves every couple of years and shirks responsibility to travel, you might have an idea of what my life was like.
Recently, I took a desk job. I thought maybe I’d mellowed. Now, I’m not so sure.
Call it my midlife crisis or a midlife coincidence, but I find myself looking around for new challenges. I feel the need to create new things in the world. That may be the cheesiest sentence I’ve ever thought, let alone written, but that’s where I am.
As much as I’ve had my share of artist friends, I’ve never been the creative type. Maybe you could say I’m a creative problem solver, but nobody has ever pointed to anything and said, “Adrienne created that.” I would like to change that.
The first decision I needed to make as a brand-new-fortysomething-baby creative was “What do I want to create?” So many things. Something all fortysomethings realize is we best get started on the things we want to do. That means starting where we are. I’d love to sculpt or woodwork or throw pots. But there are space and financial issues with those projects. Also, I don’t know much about the finished product in those arenas. I’d like to pretend I’m a connoisseur of the arts, but no.
I’ve decided on writing fiction. It seems so trite. Everybody wants to write a novel, right? But this is where I am and I need to get going. Besides, I do have some plusses in this area. A few years ago, I biked across the USA. I kept a blog for my friends and learned I enjoyed the writing. I’ve been an avid reader most of my life. At least, I know what good fiction writing is, even if I don’t know how to pull it off (yet).
I’ve created this blog to chronicle my journey as novice fiction writer to someone who can at least spin a story to its end. I believe it will take me a good long while–probably the rest of my life and I’d like to be able to look back at the beginning as I go along.