I Wonder

 ...if all this work in vain? In the sense that, what if my novel never gets published? Yes, good for me for writing it. For finishing it, and sending out queries- talk about feeling vulnerable! But also, what's the point if no one ever reads it? There is the old saying, 'if a tree falls in the woods and no one hears it, does it make a sound' so concurrently, if a novel is written but never read, does it matter? 

This whole writing escapade has been such a weird journey. And not just since February, when I started my book...

Mid 2005- declares as a Creative Writing major

Sept 2005- starts on the path for said degree

2007-2008- submits various works to the college lit mag, that get published. One piece is a poem/ode to my eating disorder and how much I love it and thrive on being skinny. No one says anything.

2008- takes a wonderfully fulfilling class with esteemed author and truly amazing professor, Andre Dubus III

2009- takes another fantastic class with aforementioned author 

May 2009- graduates magna cum laude with a degree in writing (mind you, not once, not even one singular time, has either of my parents, or my brother, ever asked; why writing, what do you write, or if they could read anything I've written. ...assholes.)

June 2009-2018- fuck all

2019- writes a memoir detailing all of the emotional and mental abuse doled out my evil mother

Feb 2021- begins (another) novel

June 7, 2021- finishes said novel


So bizarre, right? What a strange and crooked path. I really hope it pays off someday. Who knows. Who am I even talking to here? Myself? Well, I always was my best audience...







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