Feels Good

Well, I have ten short stories published, one poem and my first book for sale on Amazon. I believe there are stages in a writer’s life, and I believe I have moved from one stage to another. A more serious stage.

These are the stages:

Writer Dreamer: Dreams about being a writer, but that’s it. Also dreams of dating that girl in Accounting and moving out of his mother’s
basement.
Writer Wannabe: No longer dreaming, but actually forms story ideas in his head and joins a Facebook group about writing.
Writer: Actually writes out his stories. Still has not  asked the the girl in Accounting out.
Rejected Writer: Has submitted work for publication only to receive stern rejection letters.
Despondent Writer: Joined a writer’s critique group. Stunned by the brutality of rejection so much he went out and adopted a cat.
First Acceptance: First short story accepted! Granted, it was a we publish whatever you send publication, but hey, you gotta start somewhere.
Second Acceptance: An actual real publication accepted your work, after extensive rewriting.
Real Acceptance:  A few more acceptances and you asked the girl in Accounting out for coffee, but she laughed so hard her water broke.
You believe in yourself: You’ve had several stories accepted in good publications and you write every day now, and consider yourself a writer. You’ve move on from the fat girl in Accounting and asked the barista at the local coffee shop out. She did not laugh at you.She likes your cat.

I am working on my next book, which I hope to have published by the end of the year.  I have several short stories in the final stages of being rewritten.

I no longer dream of writing, because I am too busy every day writing,

Feels good.

 

 

 

 

Hi there!

Thanks for wandering to my website. I am the author of “A Floridian’s Idaho Adventure” as well as numerous short stories. I’ll be blogging about various things, some of which might interest you.

 

 

May latest book can be seen here. 

Click on the About page if you desperately need more information about what kind of crackpot I am.

Peace.