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I just finished NaNo. This was my first attempt and a successful one at that. It excites me, because my goal is to have three finished manuscripts (not polished, but finished) and three awesome query letters by the New Year. Once the New Year hits and the agents have had a week or two to sift through their inboxes, I am going to send my query letters.
I have this feeling. It's a lightness that I haven't felt in a long time. I think most people call this "optimism," but I'm going to call it "success." I feel like there is success ahead. I know life is a roller coast, but I'm going to try to stay at the top as long as I possibly can.
NaNo has given me a nasty habit of wanting to write every night. I say nasty because I could be spending time with my loving husband. But in reality, I couldn't be happier with this new habit. I wrote 1,100 yesterday, and although that is not close to the numbers that I reached during NaNo, it is still something. It is still writing, and it was by choice. I don't have a NaNo deadline hanging over my head. This was my decision.
I don't think I was this excited about writing and reading since fourth grade.
In fourth grade, I was only excited about it because my teacher had this awesome closet with some pillows in it. If you finished your work early, like I always did (yes, I was a huge, tiny-faced overachiever), you could sit in there and read quietly. I always snuck away whenever I could.
It's hard to imagine my bookwormy little self. I had no self-confidence. And thinking back on it, I didn't really need it. My friends were all characters in those books that I read. I was surrounded by mythical creatures, talking pigs, fake wars, vampire bunnies... you name it.
And when I think about the few human interactions that happened when I was younger, I start to see myself through another set of eyes. The girl that hiccuped every time she stood in front of the class. The girl that sat next to the same boy on the bus and never spoke. The girl that chose to read news articles that dealt with questions and answers on how parents should raise their kids (e.g., if my son/daughter has an obsession with eating worms, what should I do?). The girl that spent time in a closet and read by choice, by choice. Yeah, that girl was weird.
And that girl brings you these words today. There's nothing wrong with being a bookworm, there's nothing wrong with a love of writing. There's also nothing wrong with a little social interaction every once and awhile. ;)
I just finished NaNo. This was my first attempt and a successful one at that. It excites me, because my goal is to have three finished manuscripts (not polished, but finished) and three awesome query letters by the New Year. Once the New Year hits and the agents have had a week or two to sift through their inboxes, I am going to send my query letters.
I have this feeling. It's a lightness that I haven't felt in a long time. I think most people call this "optimism," but I'm going to call it "success." I feel like there is success ahead. I know life is a roller coast, but I'm going to try to stay at the top as long as I possibly can.
NaNo has given me a nasty habit of wanting to write every night. I say nasty because I could be spending time with my loving husband. But in reality, I couldn't be happier with this new habit. I wrote 1,100 yesterday, and although that is not close to the numbers that I reached during NaNo, it is still something. It is still writing, and it was by choice. I don't have a NaNo deadline hanging over my head. This was my decision.
I don't think I was this excited about writing and reading since fourth grade.
In fourth grade, I was only excited about it because my teacher had this awesome closet with some pillows in it. If you finished your work early, like I always did (yes, I was a huge, tiny-faced overachiever), you could sit in there and read quietly. I always snuck away whenever I could.
It's hard to imagine my bookwormy little self. I had no self-confidence. And thinking back on it, I didn't really need it. My friends were all characters in those books that I read. I was surrounded by mythical creatures, talking pigs, fake wars, vampire bunnies... you name it.
And when I think about the few human interactions that happened when I was younger, I start to see myself through another set of eyes. The girl that hiccuped every time she stood in front of the class. The girl that sat next to the same boy on the bus and never spoke. The girl that chose to read news articles that dealt with questions and answers on how parents should raise their kids (e.g., if my son/daughter has an obsession with eating worms, what should I do?). The girl that spent time in a closet and read by choice, by choice. Yeah, that girl was weird.
And that girl brings you these words today. There's nothing wrong with being a bookworm, there's nothing wrong with a love of writing. There's also nothing wrong with a little social interaction every once and awhile. ;)
It's really inutterably comforting to know I am not the only one who, as a little girl, would voluntarily hole up in the bottom of a closet to read.
ReplyDeleteAlso? Eee! So excited to have won! Thank you for running the giveaway. :)
I loved that closet so much... I tried to recreate it with two body pillows in my mom's closet when she was at work, but it never worked (my closet was much too full).
ReplyDeleteThough, now that my husband and I have finished some much needed cleaning, I could recreate a reading nook out of our walk in closet... I don't think he'd like that much.