In late 2015, after cycling across France, I gave myself a gift:
I was going to start writing fiction again.
It was something I’d loved in childhood, loved all through college, and then promptly gotten too busy for as soon as I landed my ad agency job. Nearly 10 years had passed since then. And I realized that I missed my fiction. Missed it dearly.
Being a professional writer with a full-time writing job hadn’t quenched my desire to tell a different kind of story. Not a brand story. Not a travel story. Not a how-to-find-food-that-doesn’t-suck story. But fiction. Stories that exist for their own sake.
So in 2016, I made space in my schedule for fiction and I started writing my first full novel manuscript. In late 2017, I started my second. And then, this November, I got the stunning news that I’ve been accepted into a rather prestigious mentorship program.
Which means that, starting later today, I will be diving into an intense period of editing and re-writing this manuscript with the guidance of an incredible publishing mentor.
It also means that the next three months are going to be busy.
And so here I am, telling you all because I’m excited. Because news of taking the next step, and then the next step again, toward a childhood dream is the loveliest kind of news to share. And because I’ve decided that to keep myself sane for the next few months, I’ll only be publishing here on the blog once a week instead of the usual twice.
And if you’d like to know if or when this book (or future books) get published? You can join my update list here. I’ll only email if there’s book news.
Finally, thank you to all my regular readers. Many of you have read and given feedback on these manuscripts, encouraged me along the way, or just made me feel – by reading here on the blog – that I really can do this.
Onward, upward, deeper into something I love. It’s time to work.