This is the beginning of my writing career. While I am starting this journey at the age of forty-seven, I hopeful that it will be lasting, and most of all a pleasure. Longevity runs in my family, so I’m hoping that the second half of my life will be spent doing what I want, rather than what I needed to do. Survival sure can take the fun out of life.
When I was in fifth grade I entered a Young Author’s Conference through my class, and won. I was quite surprised, since I had read many of the other stories which consisted of aliens and grotesque monsters. To be honest, I was embarrassed about my book, thinking that it wasn’t nearly as interesting as the others. Still, it gave me a bit of hope, and I thought maybe one day I could be a real writer. Maybe.
The years passed, nearly 40 of them, and I haven’t even come close to reaching my childhood dream. Looking back, the years have gone by quicker than I thought, and I never really wrote much after my fifth-grade experience. I didn’t have the support that I needed, like other writers to encourage and motivate me. Instead I fell victim to my own self doubt, thinking that I could never accomplish something like that.
Fast forward to today. I’m older, and I’ve realize that life isn’t as much about survival (single mom raising three kids), as it is about appreciating every day, and doing what my heart tells me to do. Telling those stories. Inside I have a story teller just waiting to get out. Also I have learned to connect with other writer’s by joining writing groups. In my opinion, if you are looking to start your dream of becoming a writer, find that group that can help support, inspire, and motivate you.
This is the beginning of my writing career, and I hope that we can support, inspire, and motivate each other.
Don’t look back, only look forward.