It feels like I've been trying for this publishing thing forever. But really, when I think about it, it's only been about 2 1/2 years. Which is nothing in the publishing world, right? And not all of those 2 1/2 years did I know what I was doing. It's taken me a lot of time to find my voice, where I fit, where I'd like to be. Some people know that from the beginning. I didn't. I started out writing about my study abroad experience in Europe. After researching, I figured it belonged in YA. It sort of did, I guess. But that book was a mess. I tried writing in like a million point of views. Yeah. IT WAS AWFUL. And made no sense. In fact, I may not even consider that a book. Just a bunch of ramblings I put together during National Novel Writing Month.
I think I've come a long way!
I'm scared to look back at those early books. But it might be educational. And hopefully make me feel better to see that, yes, I have IMPROVED! And I hope in another 2 1/2 years that I will look back on my writing now and think I have IMPROVED!
It's so easy to get caught up in what everyone else is doing. But they had a journey too. Maybe they started before you. Maybe after. I don't want their story. I want my own.
And I hope my story ends with...
AND THEN I WAS PUBLISHED.
The End! Or The Beginning...