I’ve been writing since middle school, but June 2022 is when I became a published author. More to the point, I never even considered publishing until 2020. That’s a lot of years of churning out fiction under the blissful assumption that it could be good, bad, or terrible and no one would ever know. They were very productive years. Don’t worry about how many years it was. A lot.
So I can’t sit here with a straight face, writing my very first blog post after making almost enough royalties to by everyone in my office something from the Taco Bell value menu, and start dispensing wisdom about writing and publishing.
This is more of a time capsule thing. Someday when I’m either successful, or have given up, or am exactly the same just older, I’ll read this first ever blog post and laugh, cry, and criticize my own writing. I like to think I’ll keep getting better at writing, that future me will read this and feel about it the way present me feels about the drivel I wrote in middle school: bemused, grateful, and nauseated.
Finally, here is a cat:
– AK