Michael Doane is an author, strategist, and #eventprof who’s passionate about education, technology, and alternative publishing. In his spare time he reads, hikes, and writes novels about ordinary people doing extraordinary things.Email him, or find him on Twitter.
When I started seriously writing back in my teens, I could’ve never imagined the road it would take me down. When I defined myself as a writer way back when, I imagined an easy life in a cozy chair with a pipe hanging from my mouth.
That’s right. I thought I’d end up as an academic. It was my impression that unless you made it big as a novelist that’s the only thing you could do with writing. And I thought it would be an easy road.
When you were a kid, were you creative? I don’t think I’ve ever met a kid who’d pass up an opportunity to draw on the wall or scribble on a piece of paper for hours. It’s human nature that gets sapped out of many of us somewhere down the line.
This is a question we too often forget to ask ourselves. With all the rushing back and forth, the simply trying to live life, we neglect to ask ourselves what inspires joy in our hearts.
It’s a good exercise because it helps ground us. We are all human and we all have to do daily things that are an inconvenience or an unwanted necessity. But that doesn’t mean we should forget to be happy or neglect our passions.
About two weeks ago I finished my first novel, currently entitled The Worst Form of Violence. I’ve started quite a few novels and I have about a million ideas for others, but I thought this one was something special and I had a lot of encouragement from my fiancé. So I stuck with it and put all my effort into the project.
There were times when it was hard. Weeks where I put it aside, worked on other projects, and tried to put it out of my mind. It never went away. Constantly a burning reminder that I had something big, something important, something dear to me—no matter how much I hated it at the moment—was waiting for me to tend to and grow and spend time with.
So, late last year I decided no more messing around. I made writing my novel a habit…