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Why did I wait?
My first novel, ROOMS, will be published in April.
It’s a dream I’ve had since I devoured the Chronicles of Narnia in 5th grade.
Here’s what I did with my writing in my teens and into adulthood:
• I subscribed to Writer’s Digest
• I bought books on writing prose and screenplays
• I scribbled a few short stories
• I went to writer’s workshops
• In ’92 I wrote a Seinfeld episode with a buddy on a whim which ended up in the hands of a prominent L.A. TV writer who said we had true talent
• I wrote Web sites, radio ads, brochures, letters and TV ads for a living
But my dream of writing a novel? I did nothing. NOTHING!
(Well, I did think about it. A lot. And carried around this sack of nine-hundred pound guilt because I knew I should be taking action.)
Finally in the spring of ’06 I went to my first writing conference. By summer I had three agents interested in repping me. In September of that year I signed with a fourth. A little less than two years later I had a contract for ROOMS.
Isn’t it Gretzky that says, “You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.”? You nailed it, Great One.
Is your dream is sitting in the back of a dark rusted shut drawer somewhere? What is it?
Grab the crowbar, let’s get moving.
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