“Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self.”
-Cyril Connolly


Yesterday was my birthday. While I don’t necessarily feel any older, I do have a greater sense of purpose brewing inside me. A group of my friends came over the night prior my birthday to celebrate. We ate dinner, played a few games, ate cake, and [I] opened presents. Haha. It was good to not think too much about work, or even writing, and just cherishing the moment.

Starting the 6th, I’m off for six days. During those six days, I do plan to relax, but I also plan to get certain things in order in terms of where I see my life going in the future.

25 is by no means nearing the end of anything, but I do feel an urge to truly contribute to the world of writing. My website (scwade.com) is open and I do have critique services that I’m offering, currently free of charge. Beyond that, I’m considering applying for a staff position at a fiction market.

I don’t want to overload myself with new activities on top of my current ones and have them all go kaput. So, I’ll construct a schedule and strive to stick to it. It’s definitely possible. There are more people who have bigger plates than I do and still manage excellently.

It’s just that now that I’m entering my mid-twenties, I feel it’s that perfect age to contemplate what I want with my life. I knew for years that I wanted to be a writer, but it’s not until recently that I defined that for myself.

Do I just want to release books or write short stories and leave it at that? No, and nothing’s wrong with writers who want to do that. But I want an active role in the growth of other writers. And it’s not even that I want to be in the limelight — I just know there are writers who really need the encouragement and support from other writers.

Here’s to the most productive year I’ve ever had….