Growing up I would write a novel every year for NaNoWriMo. Somehow I even managed to crank out 50,000 words during grad school. But that NaNo, 10 years ago, was my last.
Somehow after graduating and becoming “an adult” I’ve had an impossibly hard time with fiction. I suddenly felt like writing was a waste of time unless I was “good enough” to be traditionally published.
But I’ve been chipping away at my addiction to perfection and thanks to the incredible modeling of my creative coach Amie McNee I am going back to my roots. I’m writing a story this month that I’m really excited about. Just to play.
When it’s done, if I want to share it, I’m prepared to choose myself. The gatekeepers aren’t even invited to the party. My new fiction goal - whether with this story or another - is to self publish. But first, a messy first draft. Because mess is magic. ✨
