It happened at The Willows — we were sitting around enjoying our cocktails before the dinner started and CJ asked the question:
“Have you been doing any writing?”
I felt my cheeks turn into apples, signifying a mixture of embarrassment and shame overtaking my face. I managed to respond with a quick, curt “no” and directed the conversation away from me.
I haven’t had anything published in nearly three years — I’m only 27 but three years is a long time to be out of game, especially one that I desperately wanted to be in since I was little.
And why did I give it up? I can make up a million excuses, point my finger at different people, but it all comes down to me. I benched myself. All of the reasons I had seem stupid and childish now. Instead of saying what I didn’t like, or didn’t want, I should have been searching for something that I liked and wanted to do.
So hopefully it’s not to late. I am throwing my hat back into the ring. One of these applications is bound to stick.
Right?
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