I can’t comprehend why, even WELL into adulthood, hearing the Beastie Boys on the radio makes me feel the need to fight for my right to party. I can’t put my finger on what it is that makes Ed Sheeran so darn adorable. These, like many things in life, remain somewhat of a mystery.
But I CAN understand what I love about writing. Writing is an immediate escape; an instant release. I love that the simple act of typing a few words on a blank page can transport me anywhere I want to go, interacting with characters as interesting as I choose to make them. I read somewhere that you should write the story you want to read, and that’s exactly what I strive to do.
Writing, for me, isn’t about being the best at it, or making money. It’s a deeply personal and fulfilling experience. The downside of it being so personal is that it makes it hard to share my writing with others. What if people hate it? What if they think I’m weird?
After years of worry and self-doubt, I came to one conclusion: SUCK IT UP, BUTTERCUP! Well, maybe a second conclusion: Guess what? You ARE weird!
I write for me (she reminds herself for the tenth time that day). If others like it – awesome! If people hate it… well… my stories aren’t for everyone.
So, a huge ‘thank you’ for everyone’s support early in this journey. I look forward to keeping you updated along the way!