14 Mar 2013
This is a post that’s been a long time in the making. I have wanted to be a writer ever since I could read. Words have always been a special kind of magic for me, books a portal into worlds beyond my imagining.
In the past year, I have been making that dream come true. After (finally!) finishing my Ph.D., I spent a lot of time trying to decide what was next. My job search was, as is everyone’s, exhausting and exasperating. But then, like a bolt of lightning one afternoon, I came back to my childhood ambition. And I started writing. Really writing.
I am writing a book. It’s about creativity. Well, it’s mostly written already, actually! All eight chapters are finished, and I am just adding in secondary sources and interviews now. I have been doing a lot of research in the last few months on publishing, and my next step is signing an agent. I am so excited! And so deeply, deeply satisfied with what I am doing every day. I don’t know that I have ever felt that before. It’s amazing.
Why haven’t I told you guys about this? Well, the truth is that years and years of constant criticism in grad school left me feeling very shy about sharing my writing with anyone if it wasn’t 100% finished. I still struggle with that, wondering if people will be able to fish out my meaning from the mountains of words on the page. My family, though, has been so wonderfully supportive from the very beginning of this project, when it was just a tiny seed of an idea. Just this week I finally sent a few chapters to both sets of parents, and their joy and excitement and encouragement made me feel like maybe it was time to share this with all of you, you incredibly kind and kindred people, who always make my day with your visits and comments.
Thank you. Thank you for your love and support. And thank you most of all for sharing in the joy and wonder of being alive with me.