I travelled to my first writer’s conference through fear and trepidation into expectation. What is my niche? Why would anyone want to read any of my stuff? Why would I even want to write it? The writers gathered there loved the conference but I came away more fearful than ever.
Fears that I wouldn’t be able to follow through on my personal commitments, that maybe after all, I’m only a mediocre writer; fears that I’d never measure up to my own standards, let alone those of others.
I dared myself to take bigger bites out of life; spent more time hanging out at the computer keys, started a novel, tried a short story or two.
I persevered, moved forward, started a blog, and even opened a twitter account. To my great delight, in no time at all, I sold my first piece via the internet. I started to describe myself as Writer.
Now, I dare to enter this contest, http://youareawriter.com/contest/
because I found a voice and it is mine.
Brenda J Wood