The Egatz Epitaph

Writing is a thing usually done in solitude, and, being an only child, that’s always been of interest to me. There’s no one else to hose you, no one else to blame. Well, no one to hose you or blame until the agents and attorneys get involved after you’ve finished creating. Writers are responsible for what they do or don’t do. That suits me.

I’m working on a project with my best friend, and it feels nice. I can’t mention anything about it now, but it involves a lot of writing and a lot of research. It’s deep and scary, but when you’ve got a co-creator, you tend to keep each other in line when distractions enter the picture.

Another project I have been formulating for the past two years now might really be getting some traction. A family member is interested in helping sell and executive produce a project. The ball is back in my court to put together a presentation.

It’s a strange world for me to think about working closely with others after doing what I’ve done for so many years. Part of it is learning to trust. Part of it is worrying about where I’ll find the time. Part of it is thinking about going on the road and reading my lungs out to promote the new book. The good thing about it is the universe is offering opportunities; things you shouldn’t refuse.