Fiction Writing emerges as my personal choice for many reasons. The most important one points to pure enjoyment.
A saying floating around forever (I wish I could remember its originator, but then, recalling the words seem more important): DO WHAT YOU LOVE AND THE MONEY Will FOLLOW. Now, I would not be 100% honest if I didn’t confess all the months of clicking away at my keyboard doesn’t spark a wish to sign a major book deal. But in reality—it may not happen, or as quickly as I want. I slap myself hard. Every known author was once unknown. Yet, this anguish (Many writers eat this ugly insecurity: My writing isn’t good enough . . . I’ll kill myself if I get another rejection letter) dogs me into believing all my efforts are in vain. Continue reading