...she was lost. But maybe she had a plan?
Here I am...an aspiring romance writer seeking full-time writing gig. Strong desire to sharpen skills and develop new ones. Eager to learn at any cost. Skin isn't as thick as necessary for this industry but I am willing to take a few licks for the cause.
Currently working on a historical piece that takes place during the antebellum Louisiana. Remarkably, it is a love triangle between Elsy (a slave), Nolan (a slave) and Tyler (nephew of a slave owner). The story is the child of my over-active imagination and the inability to trace my family background beyond my mixed race great grandmother. Nobody alive knew the real story, everyone always claimed it to be the result of a selfish slave owner and a helpless slave. But I kept wondering...what if...? And this story was born. I mean that literally, it is in its infancy. I am moving at a snails pace. I think I am being thorough, but in all actuality I'm dragging my feet in fear.
So...? On my 40th birthday I've put it out into the universe that I want to be writer. I want to learn and grow to be proficient at my desired skill. I no longer want to hide behind fears that I am not good enough, smart enough or diligent enough to write what I want professionally. I am going to do all that I can to increase and promote my online presence as a writer. I am putting this all out on the internet in the hopes that it will encourage me to continue...
Let the journey begin...
