I have a story to tell. It burns inside my blood like acid trying to get out of every pour of my body. My brain boils when I think about it. It consumes me. It keeps me tossing and turning at night. It haunts my waking moments. But I am a newbie and I know it. I have a lot to learn about being a writer. So I decided to learn as much as I can about my new profession and to do so as quickly as I can.
First, I subscribed to Writers’ Digest and The Writer magazines. I read every issue, cover to cover; even the poetry. I read an article about the 101 best websites for writers. I checked out each one. If it had a newsletter, I signed up. If it had a blog, I subscribed to it. If it was on twitter, I followed it. I followed the treads of conversation and wrote witty and creative comments. Then I read an article about the 10 best blogs for writers. I registered for all of them and read every issue.
The magazines recommended the Master of Fine Arts for Writing program. It sounded good and I could even take the courses online so I started. It was so much fun, that I started a second one. The magazines also recommended that I write everyday regardless of how much time I had. I needed prompts so I signed up for a couple of websites that provide writing prompts every day. I write something on each prompt. I started my own website where I can post my own stories once I write them. I even started a blog for my followers if I ever get any. Meanwhile, I follow every author that I can on Twitter, Linked In, and Face Book.
I find that I no longer have time to write the story that was burning in my soul but it does not matter, because I forgot what I wanted to write.
