If I had to give a date of when I first decided to get “serious” about writing, I would have to say November 2006. I competed in my first NanoWrimo (National Novel Writer’s Month). The story is still listed in my “Shelved” projects. To see where I was and where I am now makes me proud. I’m not where I want to be yet, but I can see it on the horizon.
I used to never be able to envision me with a FINISH project let alone another waiting to be started. I never saw myself as PUBLISHED. I never saw myself at book signings or conferences or reading out loud to non-family members… okay not even to family members.
I’ve never been a sprinter, not even a long distance runner for that matter, but I have always wanted to finish the race.
I have slowly changed that. I’ve been to 4 writer’s conferences in the last 6 years. I’m going to my 5th on this May (2014). I’ve been in a writing club going on 3 years, holding an office for the last 2.. I have now been in and coordinated a critique group for over a year, which means I read out loud to a group of non-family members at least once a week. I’ve entered 3 contests, 2 of which I’ve placed, 1 I’m still waiting for the outcome. I’ve talked to agents and editors and even sent in a couple of submissions.
I can see myself published in some shape or form. I can see myself at a book signing. I can see myself writing more.
I still deal wit procrastination, distractions, lack of discipline, and the like, but I’m getting better at defeating my self-sabotaging habits. I don’t let writer’s block stop me dead in my tracks. I don’t let disgruntled comments keep me from writing. I don’t hold it against others who get published before me, even though it does plant a seed of doubt. I have to remember that their journey isn’t my journey–their road isn’t my road. I may not be first across the finish line, I might even be the last, but you better believe I will cross it.