November, three years ago I decided on a whim to try to write a novel in thirty days. I joined nanowrimo.org and after about ten false starts, I stopped hating everything I wrote. Instead of deleting a thousand words at a time, I was writing two thousand per sitting. Miraculously I finished on time and just a few words over the goal. I haven’t stopped writing since. Well, I work full-time and have three kids so in my spare time I haven’t stopped. But now I’ve got to actually publish these beasties. I have to risk rejection and ridicule by taking my figurative little children out of the playroom and into the world all scrubbed up in their Sunday best.
I created this blog to both document my attempt to become a published author and to hold me accountable to putting my all into the effort. Writing seems like the easy part. Publishing scares the bejabbers out of me. I assume if I force myself to do this publicly I’ll try harder. Failure is absolutely an option, but failing to attempt it is not.
With that I officially launch this blog. May I not ignore it for months on end and fritter away my time on Facebook reading boring status updates or on Pinterest staring at recipes for food I will never make.