The kewlest part of all this? It's a beginning. A long road to travel to begin, but that's the nature of this, and many other crafts.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
I got my first payment check yesterday for words I've written. It's an amazing feeling. So many years of practice, workshops, flattening my butt on at least a half dozen different computer chairs. Novels, shorts, stories long since lost or abandoned, hundreds of thousands of words of fantasy that will never see the light of day because I needed that million words of crap before I could begin to make real progress. Learning to connect with a reader. Learning to find a balance between my internal editor and my dreams. Learning to educate myself, because so much of the education of a writer happens either entirely from the inside or by deliberately, through an act of will and trust, separating the ego from the written word long enough to accept a professional opinion. Learning who trust and when, especially myself (and when not to trust myself.)