After a nearly three-year hiatus, it’s time I get back on my writing horse and ride.
My life has changed so much since my last post. I participated in another slam poetry competition, performing what I thought was the funniest poem I have written so far and was greeted with an entire auditorium of crickets. I didn’t advance.
A professor I really looked up to took 45 minutes out of his day to tell me I was a horrible fiction writer and advised me to abandon my dream of being a novelist or even writing short stories. I took my heavily marked copy of the story I had been more proud of than anything I’d ever written and retreated to the world I knew — news.
I graduated on Cinco de Mayo 2012 and started working at the Times, a weekly newspaper in rural Waitsburg. We had an entire edition about harvest.
And now I’m back, choking down the sour remains of my pride as I pry my way back into a world I thought I had lost access to. Dusting off a blog I once thought would be the ultimate seed of my creativity and the outlet of all my (exciting? compelling? cat-centric?) thoughts.
So I’m making some of my non-fiction goals public to help me stick to them. After some recent inspiration from a writer who turned her life around and now has *gasp!* several published books(!) I have decided it’s time I get things sorted out.
-I will absolutely post more than twice a month on this blog. Even if I’m just pasting old work to be heckled.
-I’m going to start running again. I keep starting, going for a week reasonably consistently and then getting burned out. I need to stop doing that.
-Most importantly, I’m going to finish my most recent work-in-progress – my romance novel.
Don’t you dare judge me. Romance novels are great for writing. The market is huge so there isn’t a ton of pressure to have the most eloquent and articulate piece AND I can stop pretending it’s going to be the next great American novel. It’s a romance novel. We already know how it ends so I can just write it and stop worrying about literary merit.
Also, I’ve assembled a brief stand-up comedy routine which totally kills when I tell it to the cats. The boyfriend thinks it’s entertaining too and has added a few lines. Okay, he’s added the funniest lines but the delivery is what matters. So if anyone knows of any places with open mic nights that would dig a super awkward stand-up routine that almost exclusively revolves around toilet humor, let me know.
I’m going back to my wine now.
I’ll leave you with this picture I took of a salad we made at some point a while ago. I was going to pick an unfortunately close shot of a muffin because, let’s face it, everyone loves muffins, but instead I went with the salad because of the whole exciting life-changing revelation thing. Yeah.