For the last few years I've been a happy little writing troll, content in my cave, keeping my existence a secret. I couldn't fail if no one knew what I was up to. I told four people what I wanted to do (well, four plus about 10 from that first online workshop but they didn't "know" me so I'm not counting them).
And safe is good, right? Right?
I quickly realized that if I ever wanted to get published, I'd have to come out of the cave. So I signed up for more online workshops, took webinars, and joined a couple of writing groups. I read the many email exchanges, devoured blog posts on how to improve my writing and how to land an agent. But guess what? They were all from the safety of my cave.
So when the local chapter of SCBWI had an evening event with a local author, I went. And you know what I discovered? I wasn't the only one at that meeting who was "just writing and hoping to get published." And then I went to an RWA mini-conference. And guess what? I wasn't the only one there who was "just writing and hoping to get published."
Maybe it wasn't as scary to leave the cave after all. Maybe there was actually safety in the company of others like me. It was one small step for trollkind.
Whew! I could do this!
Not so fast.
Authors need websites. They write blogs. They tweet. They're on Facebook and Google+.
Can someone help push that boulder across the mouth of my cave?
Maybe it's the start of a New Year (shana tova to my Jewish friends and family) or maybe it's the fact that my women's fiction manuscript actually finaled in a contest. Whatever the push, here I am, venturing out of my cave.
Hello world. :-)
(Now, where's that tweeting sound coming from?)