This seems like a decent place to start. I’m just an average American. For the past 24 years, I’ve had this idea stuck in my head for a novel. I tried writing it three different times. Then a few months ago I stopped working my regular job because [reasons you don’t care about]. I decided it was time to make an honest effort at writing my book. Will this be a great piece of literature that will last through the ages and be studied by high school students a hundred years from now? Nah. Will it be a good read that will provide entertainment for those that read it? That’s what I’m hoping for.
I’ve never considered myself a great writer. I’ve never considered myself an artist. In my former life I was a pharmacist. Yawn. If my mother was still alive today she would probably laugh at the idea of me being a writer. She used to mark up my homework with a red pen with all the mistakes. What I’m getting at is that I grew up believing that I had no creative side. Looking back, I think that was only because most of my friends were heavily into that group of teenage artist creativity mindset and I never found an outlet I could believe in.
So now I’ve spent the past four months writing my novel. Is it good? Hell… I don’t know, I hope so. It still needs work. Only the first draft is done. My next step is to scrounge up Beta readers and people to critique the work. Letting me know what still needs to be done before I start sending out query letters to agents.
Today I went to a local writers group for my first critique meeting. What I found was an experience that I would like to focus on in this blog. What is a writer’s group? What makes a good writer’s group? What makes a bad one? So please join me in my journey (geez that sounded cheesy.)