It’s hard to believe that I am finally a published Author. Albeit a self-published Author. It is just one small step to my much larger diabolical plan to take over the world with my mad writing skills. Yes, I am kidding but I do have a bigger plan. I have been writing ever since I was a child but never cared about being a published Author before until last year. Before I was only writing for myself and that was good enough for me. Or was it?
I used to write and then never let anyone read what I wrote. I did that for many years because I was afraid of rejection and thought that no one would like my work. A few times I thought about giving up writing because why do all that work if nobody but me is ever going to read it? But I could never really give up. Something wouldn’t let me. If I went long periods of time without writing, I would get very depressed and start feeling lost. But it took me years to make the connection. I was going through writing withdrawal syndrome. I don’t know if that’s an actual ailment or not, I think I made it up. Writing has always been fun for me but today it is my drug of choice. I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to.
When you just write for yourself, you don’t give a damn about the rules, the spelling, the grammar mistakes, whether what you wrote is accurate or not. There are no deadlines to meet and there are no book covers, no editing except the kind you do for yourself if you so choose. There is no money to be made and no rejection letters from publishers to cry over. No bad