That’s it! I’m blogging.
For someone who has been thinking about this moment for a long time, it’s remarkably refreshing. But what now? What do I blog about ???
Parenting? Traveling? Teaching? Relationships? Intuition following, spiritual hazing, education fascination, or my writing career? How Leila hates soccer and won’t stay on the field, crushing my number one dream of being soccer mom of the century?
I guess just about anything.
I always knew I wanted to write, but I really hadn’t put anything down on paper (excuse the pun) until this past year, when I produced my first manuscript. But getting published, well whoa, there, I’d better not get ahead of myself. I mean, I didn’t really have a manuscript, I? I had a long, elaborate journal entry, almost a year long.
The only thing i really knew is that i needed to know more. First of all, i needed to know about the “industry”. Would the publishers like me? Would i appeal to a buyers market? Probably not. My memoir is about the loss of our baby girl Tya, and the crushing grief that ensued. Somehow that seemed a little too personal. I laugh when I think of the query letter: “babyloss and career move” in the same paragraph, um, let me think, no.
How would I get published? Well, twitter tells me that i should write, and write, and write. Keep writing and don’t stop. Tweet about it. Maybe someone will take notice, eventually. That seems like a daunting task, especially when my followers is seeming to cap out at 27.
Um, what then? Talk to every editor you know, and furthermore, try to decode what the writers are saying. I think writers have this way of trying to tell you things ‘between the lines’. Learning the ways of the secret club intrigues me, actually very much!
I am, however, starting to feel the love. And I think the love is starting to feel me.
Here’s to a longer life and to a further … Mo.