It is often the last key on the ring which opens the door - Proverb
I have exited a full time position in the world of water and water rights in the mountains of Colorado and opened a business called Kustem Creations LLC. The name is an acronym for the animals I have shared my life with. Writing in general, story writing and poetry writing were jobs that suited my imagination. I could create fiction, however, lack of money dictated my decision. I enjoyed accounting and computers so the practical choice was to begin a career in business. During those intensive years, I spent nights and weekends creating short stories, two bad novels, and poetry. I submitted my work to magazines and contests, and attended writing seminars. I am not an expert writer, but a trait that keeps me on track? I sit my body in a chair, in front of the computer, and I write for a specified amount of time. During my transition from the business world, I made a decision to self-publish. My greatest fear? I will become the laughing stock of my immigrant family. Slovaks don't fail, they just work harder than most. Mornings, I journal by hand in lined spiral notebooks. A typical practice is three pages. The buzz on social media today is about selling a platform that others will follow. My platform? I write. I make up fiction stories, try poetry, work on my memoir, take photos and study digital art. On line classes for social media, and learning to market and sell are a necessity. My days are very busy, no time to whine. Deep inside, I trust that the two lousy novels in my filing cabinet, could redeem themselves with hard edit. I believe in both kismet, and destiny, while tenacity is my fall back. If I hadn't left Ohio and family to live in the ski areas of the Rocky Mountains? I would never have met my husband, as I peddled my bike uphill in a spring snow squall. Odds might not be your answer, but from my experience, miracles exist.
"Dare To Fail" Robert Craig
Keystone Center Founder 1925 to 2015
We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.
- Anais Nin -