I’ve always enjoyed writing. When I was a little girl, I’d have loads of notebooks that told a never-ending story, mostly about how I envisioned high school to be. Back in the early to mid 90’s, most of my imagination was shaped by what I read in the Sweet Valley High series or what I saw on TV. I’d share my story with friends and they all seemed to enjoy it, providing girlhood critiques or asking questions about the plot or characters. Somewhere along the line, my zest for writing fizzled. (I think the middle school years zapped my enthusiasm. It’s not really cool to tell your peers that you enjoy writing and reading during those transitional years.) It wasn’t until I was fresh out of grad school and working at a crappy job that I rediscovered my love of writing.
I was living in Nashville, TN and just finished my Master’s in the winter of 2012. I was fresh out of school, broke, and with a shitload of student loans to repay. I had no desire to do anything with my degree. In fact, I didn’t know what I was going to do. However, I did know that I REALLY didn’t want to move back home to Atlanta, at least not just yet. I’d been dating a great guy (now my husband) and I liked living away from home, therefore, I did what anyone else in my position would do; I scrambled to find a job. Fortunately, I found one working for the Feds.
Fast forward to spring of 2013 and I was OVER my Fed job. Listening to people complain day in and day out was not my idea of a rewarding and fulfilling job. I’m sure that if you’ve ever worked in customer service, you could relate! Out of boredom on my breaks at work, I started writing “what if” scenarios, some loosely based off what people complained about over the phone. Before I knew it, those scenarios snowballed into short stories and…Voila! I rediscovered my love for writing!
When I first picked up the pen, I realized that I was shy, and self-conscious about every little thing I wrote. Every self-deprecating thought crossed my mind. What if people hate it? What if people think my premise sucks? What if people don’t like what I have to say? Etc. However, the more I let my ideas flow, the more confident and comfortable I became. Eventually, I thought, fuck it. The world is huge and readers are interested in various things. Someone out there (aside from family and friends) is bound to think my story is pretty dope; I just have to find them, or, get them to find me somehow. By the summer of 2013, I had a rough manuscript, Twisted Greens, on my hard drive. But, life got in the way (e.g. furlough, car accident, move back to Atlanta, marriage, etc.) and I tossed the manuscript to the side, until I resurrected it earlier this year.
And now, here I am. Initially I planned on publishing Twisted Greens for shits and giggles. But, the more I started researching on how indie authors actually can make a living doing what they love, the more I decided to take things seriously. I’ll talk more about Twisted Greens in a subsequent post, but for now, I’m interested in hearing from you all.
For all you indie authors out there (and even those who just write for fun) who stumble upon my blog, I’d love to know what your journey has been like. Please feel free to share your story by clicking on the conversation bubble at the top of the post. You can find me on Google+, Twitter, and Facebook!
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