Just got the new business up and running, and I can’t wait to be rolling in cash. Well, maybe not rolling. One can hope for the best. This shutdown is still holding things up, but I’m hoping for the best. Photography really is a passion for me. I used to do some really cool stuff with it. When I make enough cash I’m going to open up a real studio and do some really cool stuff.
As for writing, that will still happen. I’m always having ideas, and sometimes these ideas last for days, evolving and changing as they take form. It still freaks me out sometimes when I’m writing a story and my characters take off on their own lives. It’s like all I did was think of them, and they became their own selves, with their own likes and dislikes, mannerisms, livelihoods, habits. I just came up with an idea the other day about gang members, a departure from me. But once I started thinking about them they became more. And then the story progressed into something that became their lives. I was no longer their, pardon the word, God. They existed in spite of me. I was just a medium.
As for my novel, I’m at a point where the protagonist and the antagonist are about to have a serious conversation. I’m a little nervous, because I don’t know how it’ll turn out. More of that characters-taking-on-their-own-lives thing. The story must progress though, so I can’t keep putting it off. So wish me luck, both with the story and with the photo biz.