Yeah, so I signed up for this writing workshop, and guess what? Every person in this workshop is a writer! Who’d a thunk it?
What’s worse, these other writers WRITE … and they do it on their blogs! Most of them craft long, thoughtful, beautifully crafted blog posts. Me? Not so much. I write about bacon … and I don’t even wax poetic about it.
Linda, you might ask, are you taking this workshop seriously? Why, yes I am. Actually, I find it hard to think of anything else now. I even resorted to submitting the opening chapters of my first novel to my critique group, so I didn’t have to use any time writing something new.
The novel and story writer me dwells on serious stuff, about people in pain, but the blog writer me is a different animal. That’s not to say I’m never serious; I was dead serious when I shared my experience with the Blue Muse earlier this year. And I’m serious when I share what I’ve learned about writing, editing, or querying. But a good many of my posts are written with tongue in cheek.
So, if you drop in here and read about pickle jars, Kat Von D, LOST, or a monkey outside my window, don’t think I’m not serious about my craft. Other times, I might actually write something heartfelt, like a walk through my perfect day or my view of an Appalachian heaven or even a little glimpse of Marrakesh from my kitchen window.
But most of the time, after I write all my serious stuff, I just like to come here and laugh a little. I hope you won’t mind.
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