Time To Stop Talking and Start Doing
Because tomorrow isn't promised...
I don’t mean to sound morbid, nor do I have a premonition about my death. I don’t need one. I know where I’ll go, so the timing doesn’t matter. But, my mortality is my reality. When I consider that I’m only one year younger than my father was when he died, that reality screams even louder. There are so many things I want to do, and truthfully, I don’t know if I’ll be able to do them all. My bucket list includes:
Have at least one book published…
I’m writing a nonfiction book I don’t want to say too much about now. It has a lot to do with my substack description and expands on a few of the posts written here. This isn’t my first book-writing journey. I wrote a full-length novel and started another between 15 and 25 years ago. I lost confidence in both books. This had nothing to do with being a discouraged writer as a whole. I realized I hated both stories and decided not to do anything further with them. As a result, I chose not to write any more books. Or so I thought. Can you imagine a writer writing a book they’d refuse to buy if written by another author? I realize now that the themes were just dumb as hell. That’s likely because my views on social issues have improved tremendously. My lack of enthusiasm for reading fiction should have been a clue that I probably shouldn’t write it. That’s not the case for my latest project. I’ve loved writing about those topics since I started writing for an audience. My passion hasn’t waned. Whether it is traditionally published or not, you’ll get to read them. So far, I’ve sent proposals to two publishers and one literary agent. I’ll probably continue querying and submitting proposals until June before biting the bullet and making them my first paid posts.
Step foot on at least four other continents.
I’m American, so obviously, I’ve seen the US. I’ve been to Europe alone and with my children. Our next business order will be to visit Africa, Asia, Australia, or somewhere else in Oceania. I originally wanted to visit Australia, but New Zealand has been calling my name lately. In Asia, Japan and Singapore are in a dead heat. I’m not sure if I want to visit East or West Africa. I want to take my girls to West Africa because I took an Ancestry DNA test and discovered I’m mostly Nigerian, like most Black Americans. On the other hand, I hear East Africa is a lot more fun. Maybe I’ll be rich enough to visit both!
Move to a cozy and quiet place…
My older daughter will graduate high school shortly, and I’m considering relocating to another place. I don’t want to deal with snowy winters anymore. At the same time, I do NOT want to move down south. Maybe Hawaii?
Time flies, so I’d better get a move on…