I’m a writer.
I can officially say this now because my work is published. Self-published, but published. It took so long for me to get up the courage to share my work that I didn’t even bother sending it to a publisher. I knew that if I didn’t finally take the plunge I would another girl with a manuscript collecting dust on the shelf while they secretly fantasize about having a different life. So, I did it. After years of writing, editing, and revising to the point of insanity I finished my book (Due out November 1st of 2018!).
How do I feel? Scared shitless.
I thought doing it on my own would be less stressful. And perhaps my inner control freak is in bliss knowing that my success is only up to me, but the rest of me, the logical side of me, is freaking out.
I feel as if I have come out of some romance writing closet to all of my friends and family. I never took any stalk in preparing myself for the amount of work it would take to build a presence online on multiple platforms. Instagram, Goodreads, Facebook, Amazon, the list continues to grow. And now, I have a blog. Out of all of them, this is the one I’m the most excited about and I can not wait to share my journey with all of you!
So here it is, my first post. My first step into documenting this crazy path I have taken. I hope you laugh with me, and challenge me, and cheer me on. I want you to call me out on my bullshit and tell me what I could do better on. I want to be the best writer I can be.
Thanks for reading!
L. R. Rutherford