So what do you do? someone will ask. And then there will be this long awkward pause while I try to force the word writer out of my mouth.
Just tell them you're a lawyer, part of me whispers. I rarely get any follow-up questions when I tell people I'm a lawyer.
But lately, I've been forcing myself to say writer. I'm a writer. Then I force myself to smile as I answer all the follow-up questions. No I'm not published. No I don't have an agent, but I'm looking (hopeful pause). Then they'll ask me about my work and I find I'm no longer forcing the smile.
I'm learning people are usually really nice and genuinely curious. I'm the one judging myself, not them. I decided to be bold because I've been crushing my dream with my own insecurities long enough. And besides I'm not going to make any connections if I don't tell anyone. Speaking of that, does anyone know an agent?
Damn, that's a nice picture. Are you on Mars or something?
ReplyDeleteYes, I am on mars researching for my paranormal YA manuscript.
ReplyDeleteYes, Mars. Where the air is thin and the landforms stark - a tableau of crisp minimalist beauty where the strange denizens perch on one foot while at rest. This pic belongs in a frame, on a wall.
ReplyDeleteAm I your first non-relative commenter today?
ReplyDeleteCool!
I have trouble with admitting it too. It's been very gradual for me.
Nice to meet you and your blog!
I'm here from Literary Rambles, and am now your newest follower, so:
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You inspire people to Smile...I am waiting for you to publish so I can have Heather and Lindsay enter your mind...Love you .....Aunt Sheri
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