Misadventures of a Writer

Discouragement. Depression. Anxiety. Social Awkwardness.... I love this little basset hound. This is how I feel when I prepare to write. I won't blind you with the image of what I look like after I finish or have been sitting for time immemorial attempting to get one sentence that is coherent on the page. Even as I write the blog post for the month I keep thinking who reads this? Why do I think anyone would join our little group and learn from it? I am so small and unworthy...this is the struggle of a writer.

Now anyone can put letters in a string to make words and string those words into a coherent sentence and then string sentences together to make a paragraph and so on and on. Until viola! a book emerges.....or is it? This blog is a string of sentences and paragraphs meant to convey a message but are these just words on a page or do they truly convey a message? Sometimes that is determined by the reader more than the author! I have read things that others have gone, "WHY?!, Why did you waste your life?" (Fifty Shades of Crap comes to mind)....

You know what that literary giant taught me? You don't have to be Hemingway to write. You just have to write.

Also thee is no accounting for taste but that's another blog entirely. So where is the misadventure? I waited a year to get on this! I fumbled around and groused about how awful my book is. I complained and awfulized how bad the reaction would be to such a horrid and puny novel. Then I got a shove the following year by looking at the same editor in the face and he responded with, "Well? Where is it?" Inside I was doing the happy dance of "He likes me! He remembers me!" on the outside I was like, "Huh? You really wanted it?" To which he rolled his eyes and said, "You could be here in the booth selling your book." Yeah, it went out that night.

So my little bassett hounds....Prepare to attack and stuff!