Content Creating is Exhausting.
It was 2014 and I’d finally unlocked it. I had made several attempts to write a complete manuscript, without any success. I’d written short stories, but nothing that was any good. I had even tried writing a novel by hand. You know, ink and paper, but I got to a point where I didn’t know how to proceed. The characters were just standing around like, “Now what?” And I didn’t have an answer.
But in 2014, I finished my first complete short story. It had a beginning, a middle and an end. The characters seemed to write the story themselves and more than anything else, the story got an emotional response from those who’d read it or heard me read it.
I’d finally done it.
I had an epiphany.
I thought… I can do this. I can be an author.
And so it began. I started my first manuscript and the story flowed easily. I did the research necessary for historical accuracy and the story just flowed from me. I enjoyed the process immensely. I absolutely loved writing. I still do.
And I finished it. Edited it and so now it was time to see what I could do to get published.
That’s when the bullshit started.
Granted I did not query literary agents for 10 years, diligently, praying as I press the send button. No; I did not do that.
