Today is the two year anniversary of my first blog posted.
When I began this blog on the advice of a friend, I didn’t know where it would lead me. I hope it would form the basis of a much larger writing career. This blog has been my laboratory. I have grown as a writer, not just someone planning to write one day.
Last year, the friend who encouraged me to start this blog moved back to New York to pursue his dreams and make a better life for himself and those he loves. It isn’t easy going in a new direction. It isn’t easy leaving friends and what you know behind. Words cannot describe how much I love and admire him. He is still taking risks for his dreams and seeing him take those risks and struggle with them makes it easier for me to the same and at the same time appreciate the stories behind the authors and artists that I admire. The words of encouragement that he has for me are so very precious. He doesn’t have to give them, but he does and I know that he encourages others out there who he believes in. It is an honor to have him in my life.
There are a lot of lessons that I have learned over the last two years and one of them is about my voice as a writer. As a teacher, I always want to educate people. Writing for me is a different kind of outlet and I find that my teacher voice doesn’t work well in my writing. I don’t like it when I use it. When I take on the voice of my characters, I fall in love with the stories I am writing.
I can’t tell stories like some of the authors I love, but I can tell them.
Blood Child will be birthed this fall come hell or high water; like many first children she is overdue but coming when the time is right. Timing has been perhaps one of my biggest lessons this year. You can’t wait until the timing is right to start a project and if you fret too much you will never get started; getting started is really the hardest part. Then you need to finish what you start.
Thank you for being here with me. Thank you for reading my words and giving me feedback.