Having not written for a few weeks, I don’t recall all of the things that have changed since the last night time I wrote to all of you.
I’m exhausted – I’ll tell you that for free. And I’ve been working on a lot of things, but it is a strange feeling when both of my siblings were working today while I didn’t, and claim to be “pursuing” the arts.
Sometimes the brain needs a break. And I have to take a moment to breathe and acknowledge that I wrote a lot this year. Not what I wanted to be writing…but still, I wrote.
So the first thing I’d like to tell everybody is that I am planning on writing the book I was born to write. The book that many writers leave up on their shelf grows old with dust, and never a word of it is written.
I have come to that place in my writing because I wrote for a long time. I always have written. And now, I’d like to write the story.
Sure, I’ll be getting my motorcycle license and plan on learning Spanish this year, but that is not the book I was born to write.
This one is about my adolescence.
I’m lucky to be here to do this. The quote that I keep thinking about is a immature man wants to die nobly, while the mature man wants to live humbly.
I hope I still go after life, and I will, I just know it. But this is what I want to do.
I forgave my dad, which has been great.
I had a bad thanksgiving.
I had a great Christmas.
I published my fourth book on Monday.
Hopefully someone else publishes my next book.
And hopefully, I keep writing.
Ben Bonkoske 