So, y'know... ignore all the typos and shit in my posts and just pretend I am a capable human being. Kay? Kay.
|One of my favorite authors. I can certainly use all the help|
I can get making this dream happen!
I have always written. All my life I've written. Sometimes silly little stories, sometimes poems, sometimes longer tales steeped in fantasy and a little horror. But mostly, it manifests in this blog and to a lesser extent my professional blog. Which I completely suck at keeping up to date at all. Seriously, the last time I wrote anything for that blog was, like, November.
I've re-upped my focus on the book I started writing last year. Revisiting, revising, adding, even going so far as to sending an extremely rough draft of a chapter to Best Guy just to see if it's worth pursuing any further.
(He loved it, for what's it's worth.)
(It's worth a hell of a lot, actually).
I've also got an idea for a second book, and I'm in the very early research stages of that as technically someone beat me to the punch. I've got the book on order and I'm looking forward to reading it. Not only because it's my jam but also because I think I'm going to take the topic someplace new and different. Which is a good thing.
I'm also trying to get over the fact that this author is very highly respected, has tons of experience under his belt, does loads of workshops and managed to snag a major publisher. I mean, who am I? Some random upstart from the middle of nowhere who has to be dragged out of the house more often than not and can't market herself or her business for anything because she's too antisocial to actually talk to anyone about anything.
You're going to hear me mention Impostor Syndrome a lot in the coming months. I warn you now.
I've also got a loose plan to get myself published, not only for the exposure and experience but professionally. As in, I want to make a living doing this. The goal is not the money, the goal is sharing something I believe has value. A wise person once said "Money is the grateful result, not the aim."
All I know is, the thing inspiring the most excitement and joy right now is the idea of writing. I have spent most of my life thinking that making a living writing was not something open to me. That I wasn't good enough, that it really can't be done for 99% of people who want to do it, that financial and personal security is found in more durable professions. Writing is not a profession... it's a hobby.
It's time to change my hobby into my profession.
Let's do this.
PS: if anyone has any idea how to do this, let me know. Because I'm floundering in the dark here. A flashlight, match, or glow stick would be greatly appreciate.
PPS: Yes, I have read Stephen King's On Writing and yes, I'll probably read it again real soon. I have my Grandmother's copy. She was a writer. Let's continue the tradition.