Okay, I did it!! I sent in the first 200 words of my book to Kingdom Pen Blog to enter in their contest. And to be honest, it was a hard thing for me to do. And to be even more honest, that alone is hard for me to admit...
I guess it all goes back to being vulnerable. When one writes something--something from the heart--and pours themselves into every word, it becomes something special. It might sound terrible, and it might never compare with Harper Lee or Charles Dickens, but it is still special because it is a part of you. When you share that with someone, you are opening up your heart for them to look at and possibly criticize. Knowing that you just might not have created a work of genius...
As writers, we all fantasize about the day that our story will rest in its rightful place on the Best-Sellers List, with thousands of people waiting for their autographed copy. We cannot wait for the day that someone randomly walks up to us and thanks us for sharing our book with them, saying how excited they are to read the sequal. We dream of the moment that we hear our novel being nominated for an award. We long for the time when our stories have been released into the world, like tiny ships onto the sea.
But... When you are still far away from that goal, it all seems impossible. What if they hate my story? What if no one will publish it? What if people will laugh at my lame attempts of writing? What if I'm not a beautifully budding author in a chrysalis, simply waiting to come out?
Everyone has insecurities. Everyone wants to be accepted & appreciated. Everyone wishes they were the best of the best. Sadly, it won't happen every time.
People won't always appreciate you. Publishers will turn your book down. And your book will have people that don't like it. BUT...... Someone will.
There will always be someone in this world who loves you, who wants to help you improve yourself, and who loves you & your story. There will be someone out there that needs your heart to be opened, and your tale to be told.
So face the lions of insecurity & get your story out there. Share it with people.
Now... I guess I should practice what I preach. So, here is the beginning of my WIP, Emma's File.
“A penny for your thoughts?” is a fairly common question; one I have never used. I desperately wish I had a reason to ask, but I don’t — I already know. I guess that’s why I’m being sent away in the first place.
—If only I had been able to control myself…
I slump over in my seat as the train rocks me back and forth. I can see my dad’s tall figure standing in the distance, waving his last goodbye. But a sad smile can’t fool me; he’s relieved to have me out of his hair for a while.
As the train picks up speed, I see the murky - colored sky overhead, threatening to rain on the way. But who cares? The weather can’t change how I feel.
I tug at my sweater, pulling the sleeves over my fingers. A strand of yarn is unraveling, but I ignore it for now. Instead, I glance disdainfully at the brochure Dad shoved into my hand when I ascended the steps of the train, back at the station.
“VanAlburg Academy for Gifted Students,” I sigh, scanning the title, “Gifted students… What a joke.”
—It’s not a gift. It’s a curse...
I hope you enjoyed this little snippet of my story! Feel free to do the same on your blog & be sure to send me the link so I can read it!! <3