The road is long
With many a winding turn
That leads us to who knows where
Who knows where
Do these lyrics remind you of your journey toward publication?
How about words like wandering, wilderness, what-if-it-never-materializes, wondering what’s next?
I hear you.
More important, I feel you.
This journey is tough. At least it is for me. And it’s so much longer than I ever imagined it would be.
You too?
Lately, I’ve recognized one of the things that is making it feel even longer–I’ve tripped into a rut.
Trudging.
Trudging.
Trudging.
Now my journey is as dry as winter elbows.
Know what’s missing?
Scary.
For me, Scary equates to doing something new, putting myself out there for an unpredictable payback and feeling my heart stampede.
Now I’m on the hunt for the right kind of Scary.
You too?
These ideas to inject an element of Scary back into our Writing Life–
- Enroll in a writing course
- Apply to an MFA program or another form of formal education
- Register for a workshop, retreat or conference
- Send three chapters to a willing beta reader
- Enter a contest
- Read at an open mic
I’m going for it. Look out Scary. Here I come.
You comin’?
Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all. ~ Helen Keller
Lyrics by Bob Russell and Bobby Scott

Without doubt, most of us will not think back on 2016 and heave a wistful sigh. It was a Grueler. (Not sure if that’s a word. It should be.)

Dime. You’ve made this step of faith (and fear!) so worthwhile for me. My desire to be an encouragement has come full circle so many times, thanks to you, I’m a curlicue (and yeesh, that is quite a sight!)
I’m about to do something dangerous. So, hold on, my mini pumpkin muffins. In the spirit of Thanksgiving, I am compiling a list of people I want to thank for encouraging me as a writer. It’s inevitable I’ll miss some folks and for that I apologize with a dollop of whip cream on top. (But if you ask me, having lots of names to recall is a most excellent problem to have.) When I surface from my tryptophan-induced haze, I will draft a Part II to recognize anyone I may have missed or new names I need to add.



October, baptize me with leaves! Swaddle me in corduroy and nurse me with split pea soup. October, tuck tiny candy bars in my pockets and carve my smile into a thousand pumpkins. O autumn! O teakettle! O grace! ~ Rainbow Rowell