I just spent a week in Hawaii, and it made me realize something:
I’m angry. Have been for a while. I don’t want to be anymore.
This post will be disarmingly honest, and for that I absolutely will not apologize. If you want a sugar-coating, go to a bakery.
I have been writing in the hope of being traditionally published for four years, this October. I remember the moment with great clarity that I decided to make that my goal. And, in retrospect, that may have been my first mistake.
I was sitting on my stoop in Brooklyn, and I decided to discontinue the blog I’d started when we moved to New York City in favor of creating a writing-centered blog to begin building my author platform. I didn’t even have a finished draft yet, and already I was plotting my future as an author. Already, I was thinking about what kind…
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