I was thinking today about just where these stories came from. I mean, I’m not a writer. They mostly just, well, came to me. Some of you might remember that ATOFC was written in serial form. I assigned myself a chapter a day and wasn’t entirely sure what was going to come out when I sat down at the keyboard. Many times I had the feeling of just transcribing a story I was being told, so I had the experience of reading it rather than writing it. At the twists and turns of the story I was just as surprised as any of you reading it.
Because, as I’ve stated, I’m NOT a writer, my impulse is to stuff these stories in the back closet and let them go. The only thing that keeps pulling me to do something more is the fact that when I get them back out and start reading, I actually get sucked into the story, lol. I still tear up at the end and laugh at the funny parts. And I wrote the things! Heck, I know what’s coming!
So, while it’s completely crazy that an almost-39-year-old mom with a nursing background, not a writing background, write some little stories and have the audacity to contemplate submitting them for consideration, I guess that’s what I’m doing. The most likely result is a polite little rejection slip, but at least I will have done all I can for them. I’ve got to get past this fear of failure and rejection and make myself vulnerable, at least for the sake of the characters I created.