Somebody right now may be…

This song came up on my Pandora just ten minutes ago. The beat and a few of the lines caught my attention, so I tracked down a video with the actual lyrics in it.

I listened to it again, and then one more time, and by then it hit me.

This is how you go big. It’s so out of your hands and random — not even close to being on your own schedule.

This video was uploaded on Jan 31, 2008, and I know nothing about the group. (They may not even be together anymore, but I plan to research them as soon as I finish this.)

But regardless of whether they are or aren’t, I just heard their song and felt compelled to share it, and thus I wrote a blog post and shared it.

And this act I’m in process of completing (my blog post) reminds me — and hopefully you — of the possibilities. Of the immense, uncontrollable chances.

I mean, think about it… Somebody right now may be finishing up your book or mine and working on a blog post as we speak, which could spark your career and begin a snowball that just blows you away. That blesses you and changes your life so hard that you start to think it can’t possibly be real.

But this can’t happen if you don’t finish your work. It might not happen if you’ve written one book or two, but never finish that third — that one that would just take off and explode beyond your wildest dreams.

So, keep the faith. Finish what your working on. Upload it or query it or let your friend read it. Polish and spiff up your blog or website, so that when someone does search your name after coming across your work, they’re impressed and game for singing your praises. Don’t let them think that one work is a fluke.

It’s these little things that could change your life. Or, you could never do them or half do them and wonder why you never caught your break.

Me? I’m going to research this group, and then I’m going to get back to taking my career to the next level.

Stan R. Mitchell

Oak Ridge, Tenn.

P.S. Please accept the greatest gift I can give, a book I believe to be worth $10,000.

P.P.S. Thanks to all who continue to make my novels a success. I seriously couldn’t have done it with everyone’s support. I’m excited to say that Little Man, and the Dixon County War  has gone as high as No. 16 on the Amazon UK Paid List (see here and here). My second novel, Sold Outhas also done well, also, going as high as No. 81 on the Amazon Paid List for the category of War (see here and here). Learn more about both books here.

What a feeling

So, it’s 2:12 a.m. as I start this post, and I’m absolutely exhausted.

I had a brutal deadline tonight and probably wrote roughly 4,000 words for my newspaper — more than normal — and, of course, worked about 15 hours at my regular job today — not more than normal — but I still couldn’t wait when I got home at roughly 12:30 to work on getting my book up on Amazon.

And it took me a while, but it’s up there. “Under review,” they say.

And I feel weird. Nervous. Elated. And kind of victorious. It’s been a bit more than 21 years since I fancied myself a writer, and first dreamed of publishing a novel. And yeah, there’s been a shit ton of obstacles in the way, and yeah, it’s just on Amazon, as some of you are whispering and sneering out there in the back of the crowd. But where’s your book? What the hell have you done with your life other than mock and tear down others who have tried.

So, yeah, it’s just on Amazon. And yeah, I’ll probably just sell about a dozen copies — and that’s if my Mom buys six or seven of them as gifts — but it’s published. It’s out there in the world. It’s available to more than, what, 500 or 600 million people?

It could make it big. Probably won’t, but could. And you know I’m going to market this thing to no end.

Anyway, let me have my bliss. Let me enjoy this finish line. It’s taken a long time, and you couldn’t possibly understand why I feel this way, and you probably don’t even think it’s a big deal, but I’m still sitting here pretty pumped up. Because in roughly 12 hours — according to Amazon’s estimated review time — I’m going to be a published author.

It’s too bad I don’t drink. I feel like celebrating.