So like many bloggers out there I am an aspiring author. I clarify aspiring author, because I am a writer, hence my blog, hence the things I’ve written, hence my need to write down everything and anything.
I have not always wanted to be published, but it’s now a grand goal of mine.
Earlier I was working on my manuscript (so fancy) and I was like wow I’m actually a pretty good writer. And I’m getting better everyday. It also helps that I have some majorly lovely people in my life who help me edit. Behind every great writer is a great editor.
I feel in a good place though because I know I still have room for improvement, but by and large my old writing used to make me want to barf. It was trash and boring and droll and all these sad negative adjectives. I think way more positive words now when I write especially when I actually make it to the end.
Still I wonder why do I have these dreams of glitter. Why do I want to join the publishing game and try and get my words out there?
Then I remember I love reading. LOVE reading. SO much.
I want to give back. I can’t tell you how many times I have read something beautiful and felt less alone. I’ve felt understood and safe. How many times I’ve been cheered up or comforted by a book when I needed it most. How many times I’ve gone to a book to learn something, to gain a solution, to finally sort out how to finish that quilt or make that cake.
Reading is so wonderful and gives so much. I have bonded with writers who I will never meet could never meet through words. I’ve read bloggers who have inspired me to share my voice and take action in this world. I want to be just a small part of that if I can because I think finally I have something worthwhile to share, that has not always been why I write, but it is why I am seeking publishing.
Any other writers out there figuring out the whole writing for fun, writing for publication, and how blogging does or does not fit into that?
Why do you write?
Why do you publish?
Why do you blog?