So, as I mentioned in my previous blog I finished my latest work and sent it out to my beta readers. Normally, I would take at most a week off until I started doing something again, but I was contacted yesterday by a friend. They are doing a play about what takes place at a comic convention for a local theater next month, and so they are offering local writers and artists (such as myself) who aren't necessarily well known to come out and have a small table, so theater goers who have never been to a Con can see what it's like. Not only are they not charging for the tables, but all I have to do is advertise the play for them, which is a no-brainer. I always support local artists, and this is just killing two birds with one stone.
This means that my sequel to Arcanist's Lament called Invoking the Fallout (which I was going to try and get out by the end of February) I need to get a jump on so I can get it out by the end of this month/beginning of next month. This doesn't bug me, but it does mean that my time spent trying to recuperate will just have to be pushed back a bit. But, that's not a bad thing, and what happened yesterday drives that point home.
I'm not going to say I was a David Bowie fan, since I wasn't; I didn't hate the man by any means, and liked some of his songs and stuff, but I won't say that I was moved by his life's work if that isn't true. However, the man was dying of cancer, and yet he still put out a new album not too long ago at all! That's dedication to one's craft, and proof that you never stop trying, never stop reaching for your goals. If you do reach your goals, make new ones to strive for.
If you have read any of my blogs, you know how I always try to make sure that people don't settle for "tomorrow, next week, next month, next year" when it comes to pursuing their passions. Thursday I will be 42, and yet while I'm not exactly where I want to be, I'm farther than I ever dreamed possible. So, never think that you're too old to be doing something, or that it's too late to chase after your dreams. A 69 year old man who just died of cancer gives proof to that lie. Always keep moving since you never know when you're going to stop.