What I am feeling is goal oriented.
My original goal, when I started thinking about writing two years ago, was to be published by the time I was 50. I’ll just write a book, it’ll be published. Takes about 18 months to 2 years they say from the time someone buys the book to when it actually hits the shelves.
So, I started writing. And it was funny. It had no plot, but people enjoyed reading it and got a good giggle. Okay, I said, I’ll find out about plot.
Hence, my downfall. Turns out you can’t just write funny stuff, slap it together in a manuscript and said voila! it’s a book!
Okay, maybe you can if you’re Dave Barry. *Hi Dave!
So I decided to learn. I’ve taken classes, read books, entered contests. I’ve written one complete manuscript, three partials and about fifteen first chapters.
I’m starting to get the hang of it.
Will I be published by the time I’m fifty? Not looking so good. Will I have an agent or a contract in hand? Possibly. Am I enjoying myself and writing to the best of my ability? Mostly. I need to write more, but what I do write, I enjoy.
So welcome 49, and look out 50. I’m gonna kick your ass.