The Journey Begins

Good afternoon folks,

My fingers itch, my breathing is shallow, and there’s a tightness in my chest. No, I’m not having a heart attack, but this is my first blog. I’m nervous. Why you may ask? Although I’ve enjoyed writing stories the past twenty years, they are, in fact, all fiction. I’ve never felt I had a lot to say via a blog, and even if I did, who would really care?

A couple of days ago, while stalking my favorite Query Shark, I found a post that said fiction writers need a website. I’ll admit. I was hesitant at first. Okay, no. I’m still apprehensive. I’m a hermit at heart and the idea of people seeing my raw thoughts and emotions terrifies me. But, alas, isn’t that what all writers do? Writing is subjective after all. No matter how beautifully you write, there will always be that critic, slamming you down. So I figured, why the hell not? This will be good practice.

Here I am. Feeling naked and exposed. Following a childhood dream. I’ve taken many detours and twenty years to get to this cozy hermit cave where I write. I’ve been writing for a long time and most of it has sucked. But with constant practice and pushing forward, I’ve managed to suck less. For the first time in my life, I feel like this new manuscript doesn’t suck at all; that may change when I get my notes back from ACC.

Here’s a toast, (I’m holding up my cup of coffee because I’m teaching today), to writers who keep writing, pushing through the suck, until they finally get published.

Like Joe Konrath said, “There’s a word for a writer who never gives up: published.”

coffee

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