Until recently, only a handful of family and friends actually knew that I wrote…stuff.
Over the years, I’ve written little stories and poetry but not on a consistent basis. I definitely wrote more in my younger days when I had less responsibilities and an endless amount of time. I was footloose and carefree in those days, writing to my heart’s content. I even started a soap opera in junior high with three other friends, one of which was an illustrator. We actually wrote and illustrated four weekly episodes that we passed around to our friends for their reading enjoyment. Those were the days.
As I got older, I found it harder to write for lack of time and I went years without doing it even though I felt it was still in my heart. Once I got married and started having kids, I felt writing was completely out of my reach; hence, why most of my family and friends didn’t know that I even had an interest in it.
Then, in walks social networking into my life. I reconnected with a high school friend who had written and published two memoirs. His dive into the publishing world got me to
thinking that my off-again on-again “interest” since the first grade (yes, the first grade) could actually be something more than a pastime.
And with that, I found a whole writing community via Twitter. I was shocked to find so many other people out there writing while working a day job and living their everyday lives. And I was also surprised at how many of them were publishing their wares via self-publication or e-book publication.
A friend suggested I start a blog and it was at that point that I slowly started to reveal to those who didn’t already know that I liked to
make up stories write fiction. I was apprehensive at first because deep down I thought they probably would be like “Yeah, right.” But I was surprised how much support I got and how intrigued they were with my plight. I even found a co-worker who is a writer as well. She likes writing non-fiction. What a small world.
So here I am blogging away and working on what will hopefully be my first book for the world to see.
Make-believe Real life will always take precedence over anything but from now on, I will always weave my writing in there somewhere. I’m just doing it a little less undercover these days.
How many of your friends and family know you’re a writer or even have a blog? Or maybe you have some other hobby or hidden talent not too many people know about? Come on, spill it.