I am a Scorpio. I enjoy long walks on the beach, drinking copious amounts of alcohol, and men in hockey masks. In my spare time I work to foil the plans of my arch nemesis, utilize my eight finger discount, and lecture from my soapbox about social injustices. I do not tolerate fools or like people who make Walmart plural.
I judge people who are missing more teeth than they have, unless they are old. I would like to someday be the scary old woman in the neighborhood that all the children are afraid of, however I will be misunderstood and actually a sweet old lady turned bitter by the disappointments of this cruel, cruel life.
I will have made my vast wealth telling fortunes under the alias the Mad Madame Mim and selling t-shirts in tourist destinations that say “Life isn’t always flowers and sausages”.
Yep, I said it. I feel like an actual writer. I know we all talk about how we are real writers even if we aren’t with a publishing house or anything like that and I am completely behind that. But today, today I feel it.
Most days, if I am being honest, I don’t think about whether or not I am a writer. It has yet to become a question that haunts me. I just plug away at what I am doing because I love it, no titles necessary. If someone tells me I am not a writer because I haven’t published my book yet or because I plan on being indie so be it. That is their opinion and it doesn’t change anything about what I am doing or why I am doing it. I have stories to tell and will tell them one way or another.
The difference in today is a little thing I like to call validation. When something happens that makes you feel validated as an author it is an incredible feeling. While I was sleeping last night I received two emails. The first one was from a critique partner of mine who just finished reading one of my books. This isn’t someone I know or have ever even met just an unbiased pair of eyes looking at a chunk of my soul on paper. And she liked it! Her exact words were “Wow! Incredible! I was interested and intrigued the whole time! Excellent, excellent story!”
My second source of validation was from my editor. I got back my first ten pages from her, the professional, and she said “You completely pulled me into your story, and as some hard stuff has come up in my family, it was really nice to lose myself in Ella's world even if it was for just a little while.” It takes an awful lot to make me smile at 7am , but these fabulous ladies managed.