Friday, September 24, 2010


I’ve always wanted to be an author.

And yes, I know that everyone uses that exaggerated claim, but really... I started practicing when I could barely write. I would compose my stories sitting at the kitchen counter as my mother, God bless her, told me how to spell each and every word, letter by letter. It was painstaking for me and undoubtedly mind-numbing for her, but the stories inside of me about an ant baseball league and a boy’s lost piano clearly needed to be told. 

I kept writing through the years and even won a few awards, but I never wrote anything very extensive. My creative writing really ground to a halt when I decided to major and then Master in English; all of my writing time was spent dissecting other people’s fiction rather than crafting my own. 

After graduation, I found a job that I still enjoy and plan to do for quite some time (teaching English at the community college level). But not-so-deep inside me, I still wanted to be a writer. In fact, I just knew that I would someday be published, even though I wasn’t doing much to get there. 

My loving husband encouraged (prodded, pestered) me to really pursue my dream. So I did what any grad student would do: I conducted research, reading scores of books and blogs on writing. And I discovered an important secret: in order to become a writer, you need to write… consistently. Shocking, I know. So I leapt into Nanowrimo, and, fueled by the self-competition, the community of support, and the colorful progress chart, I succeeded in logging my 50,000 words. But then the buzz faded and my writing slowed to a crawl again… or at least a crawl broken up by intermittent and unpredictable sprints. Consistency is apparently not my strong point. 

But now I’m trying again. It’s time for me to really go for it, even though I still have a lot to learn and most of my plans (for both plotlines and my writing life) are far from fully formed.

 I do know that I’m repeating Nanowrimo (and so is the aforementioned husband this time, which is very exciting and motivating), but I don’t want to wait until November to start my writing goals. This is supposed to be a lifelong commitment, after all. (Insert analogy to crash dieting versus a healthy lifestyle here.) My current goals are to write something every day in October, complete Nanowrimo in November, and then continue to write consistently in the following months thanks to some to-be-determined goal. I did warn you that my plans were hazy, right?

This blog is meant to keep me accountable, to exercise my writing skills, and to share my creative journey, wherever it ends up taking me. You should also expect a few random stories about teaching, ultimate frisbee, and raptors. 

Thanks for following along!

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