I have been a writer with the aspirations of being published since I was 10. I would have my mom buy me journals anytime it was possible. I would write actual novels. My first ever attempt was a book called Cassie. How I wish I could find that book! I would love to see what 10-year-old me found important enough to write. I do remember it being a romance novel. I had a crime novel as well. I can’t remember the title, but I remember there was a lady detective and all that. I also remember I wrote it in a composition book. I did find a book that I started when I probably around 12 or 13 not too long ago. It was about a girl who lost her virginity. Pretty risque for someone who didn’t lose her virginity until she was 20.
These past few years I have been so close to being published I can taste it! I have a first draft that is completed. And I’m working on a YA fantasy series at the moment. I’ve subscribed to literary magazines, Writer’s Market, Poets & Writers, The Write Practice and so on and so forth.
I have just been in a funk lately with my writing. I’ve not been motivated – and yes, I know that’s just an excuse. Writers aren’t motivated most of the time. I have had excuse after excuse. I am now re-working my romance novel from it being centered on the struggles of online dating to the struggles of the protagonist re-opening her mothers’ LGBT community center – which I believe will be better in the end. My latest excuse is that I left my short story outline at work.
I received an email from Glimmer Train last month about their New Writer’s Open. I let all my emails pile up in my writing account. When I started to clean my inbox out, I found it. It had been buried, and I come to find out the deadline is at the end of this month. I suddenly had the insatiable urge to submit. I have submitted to them before, and I got a rejection letter. My first ever rejection. It sucked, but even the great Stephen King got rejected. Like a lot. Also, I haven’t submitted my work anywhere else. Which I need to do as well.
With the new sense of purpose, I started to outline my story. Luckily, work was so slow yesterday that I was able to almost complete my outline and finish a book – which I will post a review soon. My girls are with their dad this weekend, so it was going to be a perfect time to bang out my short story within a day. On the drive home, I realized that I left my outline at work. My new sense of purpose dwindled. UGH! All that hard work… what if I don’t cover everything I wanted to that was in my outline.
Also, I have to save Princess Zelda from Calamity Ganon. I mean… this weekend has gone to pot!
Meh. On second thought, that bish cray.
Then I read a post from a writer, and it was eye opening. He said that he has been wanting to publish a book for 30 years and hasn’t gotten the motivation to see it through. I don’t want another 30 years to pass me by without being published.
I just got to power through it all and get my stuff out there! Wish me luck, y’all!!