SILENT BOOMER'S BEAT BATTLES WITH GREATNESS

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 "My novels are going to be interesting and are going to sell and be famous. What's the use of writing books unless you sell them and become well-known? I don't want just some old professors to know me. It's got to be everybody." —Arcadia Durell in Second Foundation (1953) by Asimov

"I made up my mind long ago to follow one cardinal rule in all my writing—to be clear. I have given up all thought of writing poetically or symbolically or experimentally, or in any of the other modes that might (if I were good enough) get me a Pulitzer prize. I would write merely clearly and in this way establish a warm relationship between myself and my readers, and the professional critics? Well, they can do whatever they wish."  Isaac Asimov as himself

When I read Asimov's sentiments, I smile. He had confidence. I have had none and questioned myself mercilessly, plus I wanted to be a GREAT artist. In that statement, my doom is revealed. Being merely financially successful was beneath me. A young writer can read all these statements by successful authors he wants to, but reading about confidence doesn't supply it. In a cowardly writer, they actually increase internal conflict. He hides behind his thoughts of GREATNESS and, thus, doesn't challenge himself to test of the marketplace. 

As I pursue my goal, a critical alteration is developing in my own psyche. For the first time in my life, at age 75, I accept I'm a writer, a personal realization of interest only to me. I find as I pursue this new novel (tentatively called, Charley Manning) that I can still learn about writing, and I see that I'm capable of writing an interesting, popular book, but Chronos has me against the ropes and is battering me mercilessly. I think I can do it, but do I have the time?