For as long as I can remember a diary or journal has been my constant companion. Always tucked away in my handbag or backpack, hidden from prying eyes. Filled with my daily experiences, dreams, and fears. The action of putting thought to paper has been my form of therapy.
Until now, for the most part, my writing has been just for me. I’ve had a few articles published here and there that were largely about dogs and the like (my chosen field before becoming a SAHM was in pet care). I’ve never written anything more personal than a blog post. Now I am baring my soul. Giving the rest of the world a glimpse into my heart. The novel I’m knee deep into writing deals with one of the most trying times in my life. So why put it out there?
Because I have to.
Ask any writer why they write. The answer will always be the same. Because they have to. Something deep inside is compelling them to put words to paper and make them real. My hope is for connection. I hope that someone, somewhere, will be able to see themselves in my writing and feel the emotions I’ve poured into the pages.
The process of becoming a real author is just about the most terrifying thing I’ve ever set out to do. The stress can be incredibly overwhelming at times. Which is a big part of why I started this blog. I hope that you all will become a community of support, critiques, and honesty for me to rely on when I’m feeling challenged; and I hope that I can be the same for you. We can be each other’s people to lean on through not just the challenges of finding your way in the literary world but the everyday too.
No matter how difficult the road may get I have to believe in myself and stay on course. The cries of the literary harpies have been calling to me, and I have to answer.