“Why should I read your stuff? What do I get for giving up my time to read your story? Where are you going to submit your stuff?” Recently a friend asked me these questions, and I kind of hemmed and hawed my way out of answering of them. But the questions lingered, but not for their content but their assumption. I have never written for others The fact that I am blessed enough that others read me has never entered into my equation into the things that I write about.
My writers critique group sometimes has asked me to write fiction better (namely because I am not good at it), but their gist is the same as any writer. It’s a lonely field, namely because of many of us write for ourselves. I use writing to make sense of my world, emotions or thoughts. I haven’t thought about publishing or putting my work out there, yet.
2018 will be the year I finish some works that have been long in the making, and I commit to begin submitting pieces to contests and periodicals each quarter. My goal is to finish one essay a month. Wish me luck!