The Journey Begins

So this is it. The beginning of my journey as a writer.

Well…not really.

I’ve actually been writing for a long time. Too long. Even been paid for my writing. That has been for non-fiction. When I say that this is the beginning, I mean this is the beginning of my journey as a fiction writer.

Well…not really.

Some of my fiction has been published. Very little. I’ve never been paid for my fiction writing. So I’m embarking on this journey to see if I can get paid for my fiction writing.

Well…not quite.

I would like to get paid for my fiction writing. Most assuredly. Most fiction writers would. That to me is validation that my writing is worth something to someone. They’re willing to support my body of work by helping sustain me, whatever the amount they give. But for years now, I’ve been writing and developing fiction material because I love it. I have to do this. I’m compelled to do this. God has put the writing passion in me. So it’s not just about getting paid to write fiction. That’s just an added bonus. However, the long and the short of it is this: I have to write.

This website is meant to showcase my writing endeavors as well as chronicle my journey as I write. How long will that be exactly? Well, I have 20 fiction novels to write. That is what I’ve been given so far. This doesn’t include my short stories. God willing, this is going to be a long journey.

The website is under construction. You’ll find categories in the top pull down menus that do not work currently but give you a hint of what is to come. Slowly but surely, the whole site will become active. It would be best to approach the website as an unfolding or progressive revelation. As we move along in this journey, more of the website will be revealed. It allows me to move at a pace where I’m not rushing anything but getting the details right so the experience here will be a pleasant one.

Much of my fiction material has been sitting in one of two places: tucked away in a file, drawer, or box somewhere or in my head, developed and re-developed. Now, it’s crying to get out. As a matter of fact, it’s busting down the door. I can’t stop it. It has to be released. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing but it’s happening. The cage of my mind has been opened.

My name is Easton Livingston. I’m a writer.

Welcome to my world.