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The Year of Lies Begins.


Year 41 will be the year of lies.

About a decade ago I started writing. Actually, I started writing in college keeping a journal of my thoughts, mostly rambling insights of my life during the late 80s. Writing is strange during your late teens and 20s. You have all the vocabulary, eloquent words, to put together beautiful sentences yet you haven't lived. Until you've experienced sorrow and triumph you can't really write about it.

My words are less eloquent today.

In my 30s more and more of my work required writing. By my late 30s virtually all of my income came from taking things I learned and crafting words about them in illustrative ways to make others understand them. I developed a knack for teaching using storytelling. I've written articles for business journals, books, and sales copy. I've inspired people, sold products, sold ideas and sold expertise. I've made a comfortable living writing my version of the truth.

I continued to write fiction, but have never tried to be published.

I'd always say, "I write truth for money, and lies for therapy."

Year 41 will be my year for lies. I decided I wanted to write a novel. Actually, three novels, but we will cover the other two later. This won't be just a novel. I want to write a great novel. I want to find that story that creates iconic characters, and becomes part of the American vernacular, even amongst those who haven't read the book. It'll have a plot that moves quickly, but with characters who move slowly. I want to write a book that will be taught in some schools, and banned in others.

I turned 41 in June. Year 41 will be my year of lies. Year 41 is my year of fiction. Year 41 is the year I learn to tell those stories that change the way people think. I hope you'll come along for the ride.

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