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Purpose: To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds!
There's a question being posed and here it is:
JULY 6 QUESTION: What's the best thing someone has ever said about your writing?
I've had other writers share with me that they enjoyed my stories and the worlds I introduced them to like the Withers, Harvestors, and Cleansers in the Shadow Jumpers series.
I've had a young man tell me that he could picture the story unfolding in his mind and hoped I could one day take the novel to the big screen.
But the cutest thing, and what grabs at my heart remembering it, was my daughter's recent demand that I had ten months to get the second Fable Ranger book published or she was going to go crazy.
Thinking about this question really made me realize some things that I've always known but need to share with others as often as possible.
You see, 2015 and 2016 have proven to be my least productive writing years. When I dove into this in 2012, I understood that the only thing I would have in common with JK Rowling was that we were both struggling single mothers taking chances on our writing dreams. I did not and still do not wish to have enough money to own a castle in the Isles or to pay off the debt of a small country. I did, however, hope that my stories would find readers and slowly increase a fan base with time.
After wrestling with the demons of disappointment, doubt, and despair that accompanied the NO increase in reader base and some negative things happening in my life, I couldn't help noticing how much I needed writing, even if it was journaling, making little notes of inspiration to remind myself to smile each day, or even writing then tearing up tear-streaked letters venting my frustrations. I'd always known writing was a big part of me, but I hadn't really considered how deeply embedded it was, as if tattooed on my soul.
What about you? After you consider the question above, what other things come to mind?