Hi to those of you new here and those of you wanting to know who I am?
I started writing at 19 instead of getting the therapy I really needed and I found myself falling in love with it. I never expected I would become a writer it’s not something planned or I anticipated. I wish I could say I would always have wanted to be a writer. Honestly, my delusional self wanted to do musical theatre because I loved the story telling. I lost the confidence I needed.
See at 19 I thought writing instead of therapy would help me with what I was struggling with. It turns out truth is stranger than fiction because if I were to write what’s happened in my life without censoring anything? I feel like no one would believe it. There are times I wish I hadn’t lived some of it. But it’s made me who I am. Flaws and all.
So write it right. Write what you know. In some ways I have. Small glimpses here and there.
That very first story I titled Breathing Smog. It’s not my best work. But it never would be.
But through that I discovered that I loved writing, I hate editing, but love writing. I spent my childhood either in a book or daydreaming about other worlds or lives and lived through that.
Now here I am. A thirty something writer who has spent the last 14 years (with a maternity break and pandemic break) writing and plotting and planning.
So here I am getting ready to really start querying agents for the book I’ve edited over and over until I’m now at a point where I am ready to be brave and try to be somewhat traditional in my approach.
It’s the first in a series of what will be 9. I’m going to be starting to stare at the blank pages for book two soon and start pushing forward for that as I query for book one.
I’ll let you know how that goes.
But for now, I’m getting used to the idea of having a little bit of faith in myself.