08 April 2011
Snuggie Wearing Stalky Gets her Write On
Amongst other things - receptionist extraordinaire, protector of plants, super snuggie wearing Stalky - I'm also a writer. Today I've sent a sample of my book off to a publisher in the hope that someone, one day, will want to publish my work. I've been writing stories since I was very small. I remember writing adventures on lined paper, which I kept in a folder. Then I moved on to a computer and started typing out my stories, reading them to El Kenco as they progressed. This is one of the reasons why I'm now a ridiculously speedy typist and sometimes referred to as "book girl" by narrow minded folk from school who somehow still think it's cool to mock someone who has a passion for writing. Luckily for me I don't care about those people and don't actually have to bother with them anymore as I now live half way round the world. This is not the reason why I moved. The thing is, I don't think I could not write. I love to write. I didn't decide one day that I might try to write a book, I just had a need to write a story. It's like an overwhelming urge that just grips you and sees you sat at your computer for hours on end as you disappear into a world entirely of your making. I still have the stories that I wrote when I was younger and I cringe when I read them but I remember how much I loved writing them. I just hope that my current work is of a higher standard. It's very hard putting your work out there for other people to judge. Rejection is inevitable and I never expect quick results but every time I send my work off I hold on to a tiny sliver of hope. That maybe someone will read my book and think it worthy of publishing. So fingers crossed everyone! We'll see what happens.
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I wish you success. Unfortunately one's chance of publication has very little to do with the quality of the writing, or the originality of the story. Now, if you could get a small part in 'Neighbours'......
ReplyDeleteI still have your first manuscript. How could I ever forget Bill the Big Greenie and his Brussel Sprout Shooter or the Drunken Chicken!
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