As a writer, I know the benefits and enjoy the act of reflecting, perhaps too much.
If we were having coffee, I might tell you how hard I’ve been on myself lately.
I sometimes actually hit the mark.
I am 26 years old now. This coming week, I’ll be turning 27. I’m still laughably, sickeningly young, and yet also worried that the youth card will be revoked soon.
Even-numbered years, for me, tend to be split in two.
Building your writing reputation can help you get off on the right foot when you start gaining traction with your writing.
I sometimes worry that, although I am writing fiction, readers may try to “decode” the story by retracing my steps to find the original sliver of my reality that served as the starting point, and then take it one step too far to try and decode me.
I feared that I would end up putting so much time and effort into something that just wouldn’t work.
Now, I’m in Ames, nervous and excited and ready as I’ll ever be for this new phase of my writing life.
Alongside the resume I regularly update, I have another document that gets a similar treatment that’s almost like my resume’s shadow.