From the time I could read books with complicated sentences like, “Sam walks the dog,” I knew I wanted to be a writer. There was no doubt in my mind I’d be a best-selling author by the time I was 25. I mean, come on, how hard could it be? Then 25 came and went, 26, 27, 28…
I realized time was slipping away, and I’d never even tried to accomplish my dream. Not one manuscript had been completed, not one query letter sent out. As it turns out, this is a very ineffective way to get published.
Trouble was when I looked in the mirror, I no longer saw an aspiring writer (or Cat Woman, which had always been the backup plan). Instead, a tired, stressed, over-worked reflection stared back. It was time for a change.
I decided to grab 2013 by the scruff and shake everything I could out of it. And I must admit, the results were pretty encouraging: I completed my first manuscript, ran my first 5k and 10k races, crushed a 100.2 mile bicycle tour (in a single day, thank you very much), nearly drowned during a mini-triathlon, squeezed in a lot of travel, and- most importantly- I was dreaming again. About writing.
In March of 2014 with the loving encouragement from husband, I took the leap and quit my job. I’m finally doing it. I’m a full-time writer.
The Scribbling Bumpkin is about a space to dream, dare, take risks, and occasionally scream into a pillow, “What the was I thinking?” I love connecting with fellow dream chasers, so please read, enjoy, and share your experiences.