By the time you read this I’ll be hard at work being interviewed. What writing secrets they feel they’re going to get from me is beyond my comprehension. I’ve seen some of the questions and one of them has a non-answer while the other has a totally silly answer. You’ll see more when they put it on YouTube, I promise I’ll share it to the sundry, or the all…possibly even both. But back to the beginning.
At the end of 2014 I decided I was going to stop judging my writing and let other people do that job. Within 20 minutes of that article going live a friend messaged me offering to betaread for me. A couple of days later my OH suggested I should go to uni and do some study. I ended up doing a couple of VCE units, getting my VCE and finally getting into uni via my brand new ATAR score. It was a couple of months of kicking goals and was a very heady ride.
As it turns out I was right to start letting other people see my writing. I was talked into writing a short story for the Deakin Writers’ publication of Wordly. It’s the very first short story I’ve submitted for publication since high school. At that point I was on the magazine committee so I could easily just drop my piece off the radar and no-one would be any the wiser. Now I have no such options, it’s frightening.
After much work and angst it’s being published. Not only that but they’re interviewing some of the authors of these pieces today and the results will come out on YouTube. I’ll be hiding under my hat and have spruced it up specially. They did give me the option of not being interviewed but I don’t feel I have a choice as I prefer to lead by example and one of the things authors need to do is be interviewed. They need to get themselves out there and promote their works. I’m petrified and that might possibly explain the slight migraine yesterday, or maybe I just need a new pillow.
Getting the tense right today has been an interesting exercise, I write this on Thursday night with no time to write on Friday morning. Excuse me while I wander out of my blog and go to bed to attempt something I often call sleep.
Oh that’s great news.
I’m okay with blogging but won’t let anyone read anything else I’ve written and (when I’ve done courses) won’t read my stuff aloud.
It’s taken me a long, long time to get to this point and be able to let other people read my stuff. Writing a public blog for almost eight years has helped get me there.