Well, Whaddya Know?

H-o-l-y Schnoodles.

I’ve taken a long step back from my first “novel”. Yes, it’s painful to even try and call whatever I wrote a novel. But instead of agonizing over how awful it was, I only want to say one thing:

I am SO THANKFUL that I am still learning.

I got pretty close to giving up last week, closing up the laptop and saying maybe this isn’t for me. It’s just that anxiety to be perfect at it NOW that threatens to choke my motivation. Looking back at the first things I wrote, I was a B-A-B-Y. Fun, exciting story, sure, but I didn’t have a CLUE about how to tell it. Not ONE clue.

And I’m not discouraged! I’m excited because I know I’m progressing. I KNOW I am learning about the art of storytelling and what’s more: that I LOVE it. I won’t be scared of those rookie drafts. I’ll keep learning. Keep writing. Keep growing.

Maybe I’ll be 50, 60 years old before I begin to get it right. Would I rather be a 60 year old seasoned writer or a 60 year old remorseful quitter?

This is a talent. A craft. And it really does take practice and development—two things I feel very devoted to doing.

BOOYAH.