Hello everyone! It’s great to be back and to be writing. Just because I haven’t been here doesn’t mean I haven’t been writing other things. I have, I wrote 3 short novels that I don’t know what to do with. Seriously, should I publish or leave them be? I’ll leave them alone for now.
So, as you all know I would love to be a published author, who doesn’t? Those of us who love literature always dream of making it big. And by big I mean, having hundreds of thousands of people reading my book, that would be an amazing feeling! The money is just a bonus, at least for me it is!
I published my book of poetry and I was very excited but then looking back now, maybe I’m not a poet? I have seen and read some amazing poetry here, that really compared to them I feel like a child. Very discouraging.
The other problem? I have seen and read some of the indie authors and I have to say whooaaa… Do I sound like that? Some people have awesome talent, others have had the education for it and many times you have both. I never went to school for it, although that was my passion as a teenager. Some writers out there, they really don’t have the talent for it, I saw this book about a woman and her four alien men. Ummm…. really? People read this? WOW. I’m not trying to criticize about the type of work you write, but it’s really disheartening for us who want to write a book about something meaningful. I’m not trying to change the world, I’m just trying to write a good book that you can talk about with your friends and hopefully recommend!
The first time I picked up a book, I was transferred to a whole completely world, it was exhilarating and I wanted to create that for others too, I still do.
But am I good enough? My family and friends have been very encouraging and they always tell me I have great stories. But am I a great writer? There’s a difference you see, I could come up with awesome stories, but do I have the talent to write them? I don’t know.
There’s a novel that I’m working on now, and I haven’t let anyone read it, I would like to finish it, edit it and then have someone read it, to tell me the truth.
You know that saying your biggest critic is yourself? They obviously never had sisters, because my sisters are my biggest critics. Not that I’m complaining, but they will plunge a knife, then twist it when it comes to critiquing my work, and then stab me again and keep twisting it until there’s no blood left. Half the time I will agree with them and they do give me great feed back, the other half, I don’t agree with them. But I guess that’s to be expected.
At this point I’m still going to continue writing my stories, hopefully someone across my city will pick it up, read it and enjoy it. Is that so much to ask for?
I love talking with you guys, my thoughts are everywhere and I may not make a lot of sense, but it really does help to clear my head!