…there was a girl who liked to make up stories (who doesn’t?). She was ship wrecked on deserted islands and built tree houses out of vines in the deep jungle (equipped with mysterious and environmentally friendly hot-holes in the jungle floor to cook on), tracked international jewel thieves for the FBI (and sometimes the reverse), and led troops to battle the forces of darkness in petty fiefdoms high above the clouds. She thought, sometimes, about writing these grand adventures down on paper, but there were always too many princes to save from fire breathing dragons.
After too many years fighting briars down multiple wrong paths–*cougheconomicscough*–she found an enchanted tome (AKA Outlander) that transported her to far away Scotland with dashing and dreamy men in kilts. “This!” she thought to herself. She signed up for her first writing conference and set forth to do battle with the blank page.
The right path is not smooth. It has rocks and wicked witches and trolls under the bridge. It has giants that tried to stomp on her dream and alluring fairies who tried to lure her toward some other shiny, sparkly item. She fought on. Hurdle after hurdle. Rejection after rejection. Motivated by red-haired fairy godmothers in orange feather boas who shouted “FINISH THE DAMN BOOK!”
So she did. She pitched it at the next Emerald City Writers Conference and waited. And waited. And won some writing contests. And sent out queries and manuscripts to interested editors and agents. And waited some more.
Sometimes she thought writing was the easy part.
But then finally she got THE CALL, slew the dragon, and rescued the prince.
Now comes the hard part. Welcome to my shiny new blog. This is the story of a newby author. Hold on to your top hats, ladies. Here there be monsters.