I am… a walking contradiction, a Renaissance woman, a Jill of many trades and a mistress of some.
In my life, I have worked as…a cleaning lady at a county jail, a secretary, a printer, a graphic artist and designer, an art director, a sandwich slinger, tech support – the nadir of my life – a baker and a pastry chef.
I can find inspiration in the mundane, in the dishwater, in the soup pot or the laundry basket, as well as in the woods or in other people’s words.
Facts can be a starting point, and so can fiction. In fact, what spurred me on to writing a novel, now in its third draft, was reading a book by my published competition and thinking…”I can do that…”
So I did. I still do. And four years on, some slight publi…
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I am… a walking contradiction, a Renaissance woman, a Jill of many trades and a mistress of some.
In my life, I have worked as…a cleaning lady at a county jail, a secretary, a printer, a graphic artist and designer, an art director, a sandwich slinger, tech support – the nadir of my life – a baker and a pastry chef.
I can find inspiration in the mundane, in the dishwater, in the soup pot or the laundry basket, as well as in the woods or in other people’s words.
Facts can be a starting point, and so can fiction. In fact, what spurred me on to writing a novel, now in its third draft, was reading a book by my published competition and thinking…”I can do that…”
So I did. I still do. And four years on, some slight publishing under my belt, I can fully appreciate the fact that I care less about other people’s opinions and judgments and far more about my own.
I’ve read enough bad writing to know that I’m good, and enough exceptional words to know that I have a long way to go.
There’s a long journey ahead of me, and all I need is the courage to put one foot in front of the other, one word after another. And another. And another. And the courage to walk those dark paths my words will take me.
Some day, it will amount to something. Or else.
Some day…
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