Ink & Pixels
Telling stories worth sharing
For the last two months, I've been chugging through each chapter of the manuscript, like some lone hermit determinedly hoeing her way down each weedy, unruly row of her garden. Just when I thought the editing process would never end, I noticed on my tracking spreadsheet that I only have 5 chapters left.
This is the story of my public humiliation for overly grandiose writing. It all started by me doing what any other 18-year old young woman would have done in a first-year English class: I sat down next to the good-looking Persian guy whose smile was a healthy medium between friendly and over-confident.
People have been asking me, "What's it like? What's it like, to be doing what you love?"
I think it's a real surprise to some, that I had the nerve to reduce a perfectly stable situation to something more tenuous, uncertain and lower profit.
I'll tell you what it's like.
It's freeing.
It's something special, allowing yourself to do what you love.
