Am I good at this or am I just pretending to be an author?
Clark Kent, on the desk ready for a long evening of writing.
When people ask about my life and I tell them about freelance writing and my goals I usually get an “oh, cute, you write” *pats head.* Admitting the dream leaves me feeling like a six-year-old proclaiming I want to be a lion when I grow up or something.
So sometimes it’s the little successes that make the difference between throwing in the towel and pressing on. Those little glimmers of hope that keep me up typing late into the night and sacrificing my time spent doing other things.
Publishing the novella The Potential of Kitty Bennet was a huge boost to my writing confidence. Then this summer I worked up the nerve to submit to nationwide writing contests. I figured what did I have to lose? If the feedback came back “you suck” well, then I’d know the work ahead of me, and if it came back a different way, then I’d know to press on.
The view from my desk chair, Bruce Wayne holding down the fort. He’s with me 100% of the time when I’m writing, I suspect he’s going to angle for co-author status.
Thankfully, all the results came back the second way. I’ve finaled in all three writing competitions I entered and word came today that I won one (still waiting to find out if I’m the overall winner in the other two).
2011 Golden Pen (finalist, winner yet to be announced)
2011 Launching a Star (finalist, winner yet to be announced)
My plaque and ‘magic’ pin.
With that encouragement in my sails, I’ll write on.
P.S. Love in Bitterroot Valley has been retitled to Left to Chance.