I have been writing, in some form or another, my whole life. All through school, into college and even grad school, I wrote poetry, short fiction and started one novel. In Rwanda I kept a journal at the beginning and wrote a series of erotic stories toward the end.
I have been writing for children, with the goal of publication, for five years now. In that time I have worked on countless short stories and articles, and completed three middle grade manuscripts and one young adult manuscript. I am working on a new young adult manuscript (as we speak, so to speak).
Since nothing has yet been published, I must ask myself: am I any good?
I have to believe in myself. So I do.
New writers are told to do certain things. I participate in two critique groups to get feedback from my peers. They are amazing, talented writers, some with agents, a couple published in print or online. They keep me inspired and working. They keep my spirits up when they flail, and also help me keep my expectations in line.
Online I follow industry newsletters and blogs, and work on my platform. I read everything I can get my hands on. I attend conferences, to meet and learn from industry bigwigs. And I keep on writing.
I keep writing, despite any outward sign that I’m doing the right thing, any indication of my talent. And I keep querying agents, with very little encouragement or constructive criticism.
No matter what, I have to write. These stories fill my head and I have to get them out. Someday I hope you’ll know them, too.
Thanks for joining me on the ride.