Crossroads

I am at an intersection. Just me at a four way stop. In the next few weeks, I will either have to hit the blinker and make the turn or barrel through on the path I have set.

An opportunity to become re-involved in a professional organization I truly value and believe to be vitally important has arisen for me. It is a strong time commitment.  But could lead to more professional opportunities, networking, presentations, etc.

Hours after the opportunity was presented. My husband made his own proposal. If we can eliminate our credit card debt, which is a possibility  within a year ( if we truly focus) or two ( if we aren't as stringent), I can quit and make a serious attempt at pursuing publication.

So, here I am... hands on the wheel... tank full of fuel... an no direction to go.

907 words

That is what I wrote yesterday. Almost the prescribed 1000 words a day, but not quite. I am trying to go with the NaNoWriMo philosophy. It is just a first draft. Just get it on the paper. Then worry about revising.... I am trying. It is a start.

So, I am not writing...

well, I am writing right now... But, in general, I am not writing. I have an idea. I always I have an idea. But I can't seem to make myself put it on paper. I think I am having a writer identity crisis. Mystery is my first love. I like to dabble in romance ~ Don't we all :) ~ and I have idea for a paranormal... So, who am I ?


I have turned into one of those writers who reads all the blogs, follows all the agents, but doesn't actually PRODUCE anything... and that is unacceptable.

Spring Break

It is finally here. The past two weeks have been so busy I could barely think, but that is done. I am looking at an entire week with very few "firm" plans. The perfect time to start my new manuscript. Plenty of time to write. Or I could continue editing the other two. I have all this time...

So, why can't I think of ANYTHING to write about. Nothing. Not one thing...

NaNo revised and RWA

I finished the first round of revisions for my NaNoWriMo. I still really like the story. Comments from my first round of readers ( my husband and two best friends) have been very positive. I am just glad someone else is finally reading it!

I also am now an official member of Romance Writers of America. I have been staring at the application for months now. I finally got some stamps and sent it in! I am was very impressed by their quick response.

2010

Funny, still feels exactly like 2009, which felt strangely similar to 2008. But it is officially 2010. In six months, I will be 35 years old.

The year I turned 30, I decided I wanted to be published. I was already a writer. I had been writing story since I as a child. I had an epiphany. I realized that if I was truly turning 30, someday, I would truly turn 40. By the age of 40, I wanted a book on the shelves of a store, even if it was only waiting for my mother and a few close friends to purchase it!

When I mentioned this to a friend, one of a handful of people in my life who knew I was a writer. Her response was, "I bet you can do it by 35."

While I appreciate her faith in me... it isn't going to happen by 35. It might not even happen by 36.

2010 feels like a good year.

So, I didn't win...

The winners of the Good Housekeeping Short Story contest were to be announced on or about Dec. 15th.

Since it is way past about Dec. 15th, I am accepting I must not have made the cut. I really expected to be more upset than I am. I have learned much more about the craft of writing than I knew just a few short months ago when I sent in my entry. I can find the flaws in it. I can understand where it would have been considered substandard in comparison to others with more polish.

But I am not saying I lost... I didn't lose anything. I wrote something I felt worthy of consideration and I sent it. In my world, that is a HUGE step!