Monday, April 15, 2013

I'm getting old...

Just kidding. It’s my birthday on Wednesday!                    

I’ll be 32. Thirty TWO. Sometimes I feel ancient next to some of you 20-something-year-old writer/bloggers, and I’ll have a fleeting thought of wishing I had discovered writing sooner so I could be further ahead in the game, but then I instantly shove the thought away.

I love getting older. I don’t know, I think there’s beauty with age. I wouldn’t trade the experience I’ve had or any or the wisdom I’ve gained to be back in my twenties for anything.

I didn’t start writing until I was 28, took a year off when I was 29, then started again at 30. But everything pre-writing was only life and experience that I’m now drawing off of for my stories. (Uh oh, CP’s… you now know that everything in my writing is REAL!)

I think I’ve said this before, but the older I get, the younger I realize I am. Forties and Fifties are SO YOUNG. Even Sixties! My mom always told me “Once you reach college, age doesn’t matter. We’re all in the same boat.”

Which is true. We’re all just living, doing our best, trying to make our mark in this world.

And that’s what is SO great about this writing community. Age doesn’t matter. Neither do all of the other differences that may exist between us. We’re all lifting each other up, respecting one another, and supporting each other on this crazy journey.

Oh, and before I go, I must give a quick shout out to Kelley Lynn and Anne Pfeffer. They both have new books out. To check out Kelley’s, click here. To check out Anne’s, click here.

(And life is good right now. I’ve finished my revisions and waiting for feedback from CP's! Love this part of the journey!)

Red. Head. Out. :D 

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

April IWSG...

Thanks, Alex, for being the host of this fabulous group. You're an amazing influence in this lovely writing community!

This month, I’m feeling insecure about EVERYTHING! It’s so funny how our writer brains work. The mental battle we go through about whether we can do this or whether we can really make it in this business.

And lately, for me, everything’s become more real. Now, more than ever I’m afraid I won’t be good enough. I know I have the will power and mental drive, I’m just scared I don’t have the exceptional talent that needs to go with the motivation. 

I’ve stayed up until 2:00 in the morning every night for the last 2 ½ months to get this latest revision done. And I’m scared to death that it’s not there. That I haven’t dug deep enough or reached the point in my writing that’s really taken my work to the next level.

Is the story vivid with depth and richness? Are the scenes alive? Are the characters believable and real? How’s the pacing? Is the reader connected to the story to the point that he/she can’t put it down?

That’s what I want.

I know some people are concerned about what publisher they get, but I’m concerned about truly crafting a story that’s amazing. I’m not content with writing something that’s exists on the surface.

We only get one chance to debut, and I want to make sure I do it in the best way I can to start my career.

So I’m scared.

But I also know that I’m doing my best. At least I’m giving it my all. I’ve sacrificed sleep, food, downtime, and sanity to get this done. And I know that when we sacrifice and put in the work, good things come—even if it’s just the change that happens in us.

Red. Head. Out. :D 


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