There's something in the written word that leaves the author so vulnerable...the messages between the lines, the explicit way their personality comes out with what the story tells...
But I'm ready. I'm ready to move forward and publish my writing. The uncomfortable spot I'll be in--exposed, naked--is exactly what I've dreamed about. I just need an audience.
I've been writing as long as I can remember (I even scripted my own Shel Silverstein-esque poems inside my Where the Sidewalk Ends in first grade), but I've made it my passion/obsession for ten years now. Seriously, my husband has to pry my fingers off the computer every night. With three little kids, I sacrifice sleep just so I can get the story out of me.
I've written four books and feel really good about two of them. Over the years I've made a few mild--very mild--attempts at getting published the traditional route, but I'm now considering going the ebook avenue--get my name out there kind of thing. I've read several authors who self published, and I enjoyed their stories immensely. I can do that. I can be that.
I'm taking the first tentative steps, creating my voice, making it public. Here we go.
