When I look back over the decade, I can that my writing has undergone many changes. The main change is the length of story I can write, when I started out, I thought my limit would be around 5,000 words, now I find it difficult to write a story under 3,000 words because I can easily get drawn into a story as I am with my current story God walks these dark hills - this is the story of an antique dealer who has a change of view on the Lord after he has an accident, and almost loses his eyesight.
Aiden Palmer is a man of strong opinions and beliefs. While he didn't believe in religion as his family does; he was not firmly opposed to it as some are. All he needed was something to guide his way. The Palmer's are staunch Christians and the cornerstone of life in Manderton. It wasn't that he didn't believe, Aiden's doubts stemmed from a lack of proof, the faith his family had was never strong in Aiden. He prefers to believe in what he can see, feel and smell.
Though not wealthy, Aiden had made a name for himself selling antiques. His friends would tease him about his shabby appearance considering how much he earned with his reputation for hard sales in the antique world. The most common remark is "Aiden, why don't you dress better, that way you can get the ladies you deserve with your reputation."
Aiden's standard comeback is "If I need to dress well to get a nice young lady, then she is not after me as a person. If a lady wants to be with me, then she'll need to accept me as I am, not as a showpiece for her arm. If all she is after is a smart man, what happens when my looks fade, or I lose my job? If looks and wealth vanish, all that remains is the inner person, and that is who I wish to be known as, not the wealthy dealer of antiques.”
More often than not, you could find him tinkering about in old clothes and covered in oil, not the clothes you would expect an antique expert to wear, but Aiden was not a man to whom appearance meant a lot.
Aiden's passion is classic motorcycles, and he was never happier than when he went to an auto-jumble show. He had the money to afford anything he liked, but he was wise enough to realize one day his fortunes would run out, so like the parable of the fatted calves. The more he made, the more he was able to save for the days when his charms ran out, and he needed to fall back on his savings.
Aiden spent most of his spare time in his garage. If he wasn't tinkering with the engines, he was ringing the local motorcycle clubs to see if there were any meeting going on that he could compete in over the weekend.
Racing never brought the money in. If Aiden got placed in the top five of the races, he could cover his costs. The money was not the draw as the business was running well as usual. The passion that drove him was being on the bike and feel free to ride.
Aiden’s friend, Johnathon Carter, came to see him one day. Knowing Aiden for many years, he knew where to look for him first, as he walked into the garage, Johnathon called:” Aiden, are you here?”
From the back of the garage, Aiden called back: “I’ll be with you in a minute, Johnathon, I need to fix the throttle on the Greeves, she’s twitching when I change gears. I need to fix it for the races next month.”
“Can I ask a question?”
“Sure, you know me, you may not get the answer you want, but it will be the truth.”
“Are you going to the ball next week, all the eligible young ladies will be there, and I know several have been asking about you.”
“Let’s see, next week you saw. Sorry, I have a big meeting at Mont St. Joseph on Sunday, and then I’m going to the church to say a prayer for some friends who are in trouble.”
“You? Going to church? That’s a new image, Aiden, I never had you down as one to pray.”
“I do, often, not for myself but to try to help others. I may not believe in the Lord if they do that is their choice, and I respect their choices. The same way I hope people respect mine.”
I have been asked if I plan to write the sequel to my romance www.amazon.com/dp/B075BJH2D2, I have started on the sequel but I don't know if I will finish it as there are few sales. Not that sales are my driving force now, I am more interested in gaining readers for my stories on disqus.com/home/channel/indieworld/ than selling my e-books.
Why the change?
I've been selling e-books for a decade and have yet to earn more than $1 on a good month, that was when my series hereiamattheedge.blogspot.com/2018/06/a-blockbuster-of-science-fiction-series.html#.Wz9PV9JKjrc was selling well, that ended last year. I am not complaining, after all, she had a good run of seeling for four years, and sold over 800 e-books.
Though I earned an early rep for ghost stories none have sold, so I'm moving into a new arena and trying my hand at writing Christian fiction short stories. I realize this cuts my potential sales market down radically, but I have nothing to lose, and possibly something to gain.