I started off this year just wanting to write some fiction. To help inspire myself, I started reading a fair number of blogs by authors, both published and not.

I decided that I wanted to get published some day, too. So, I started thinking about what kinds of books get published and started trying to write some similar stories.

Bad move.

I love Hemingway and quite a lot of main stream fiction. I love King and quite a bit of popular, fluff fiction.

But, that is not what I need to write. That’s not what anybody should write besides Hemingway and King and a small handful of similar writers.

I need to write my fiction. Weird, odd, and maybe not very marketable fiction. I need to quit worrying about trying to make money at something that I

But, maybe it will be. After all, who would have predicted that Kurt Vonnegut would find enough people to read his books to provide him enough money to buy a doughnut. His books are odd, weird and excellent. Because they are his books. If King or Hemingway tried to write a Vonnegut book it would die a horrible death.

My big hope for 2007 is that I write my own weird stories without worrying about who wants to read. Then, hopefully, I can actually finish enough first drafts to start learning how to edit those stories into something that I can force my friends and family to read.