As an aspiring writer, I don’t pay my bills with my fiction. I have a day job. I’m fortunate that I’m one of those lucky people who loves what he does. I work in the ocean, which is an incredible place, and every time I realize that I get paid to do it, it boggles my mind.
I’ve been asked by friends why the ocean never seems to play a significant role in my fiction. In the past, I think that’s been true, and it’s reflected in my published fiction to date. I’m not sure why. The ocean is certainly awe-inspiring. I’ve usually attributed it to my shortcomings as a writer—I simply don’t think I’ve had sufficient skills to capture the majesty, beauty, and enormity of the ocean.
Over the past six months, however, the ocean has been a significant source of inspiration. I’ve written several pieces with nautical themes. So what has changed? I’m certainly a better writer today than I was yesterday, but am I good enough? I don’t know, so I’ll have to let the stories do the talking. It’ll be interesting to see whether any of them actually make it into print.