Before I sold my first book:
My husband's getting tired of me writing all the time. He says I haven't been paying enough attention to him lately, and I agree. But I love to write. The thought of not writing this morning left me on edge as I spent time with my sweet husband. All I could think about was what I'd write when I got the chance to get to my computer again. I think that's how I know I'm a real writer now, even though I still haven't sold any of my stories, because of that edgy need to be writing.
When did I first truly feel like a real writer? I think I started feeling like a real writer when I started telling my friends that I was writing a new manuscript. I asked one of my nurse friends at work a medical question, and she was truly helpful. I thought if I'd allowed anyone other than my husband to know that I wanted to be a writer they would laugh at my dream. I was wrong.
I still remember the moment I first felt like a real, live writer. Believe it or not, it was at work while I was going to the bathroom. I was thinking about my book and it hit me--I'm a writer.
A writer writes, no matter if anyone ever reads her words. She writes because it’s in her blood, in her heart, in her soul. She writes because life only makes sense when she's creating a new story and bringing to life new characters to populate it. She writes because she has to, because she can.
If you have the desire to do something, do it. Don't let anyone ever say you can't do it.
I’ve just sold my fourth book.
One thing did change since I first wrote this blog entry. I sold four books, to three different epublishers. And I also edit for a fourth one.
And more importantly, my husband isn’t so tired of my writing.
Like I said earlier, if you have the desire to do something, do it. Don’t let anyone ever say you can’t do it.