Wow! I have come such a long way. As of now it is midnight. Officially June 1st. I am now going to start my first WriMo Challenge. And, of course, because it is me, I am being a rebel right off the bat because I already have 26xxx words written. The challenge is to write 50xxx. Here's where I stand with that: I am finishing the rough draft of my first novel this month. Whether that means writing another 50k or not really doesn't matter. And I am OK with this.
I've done some sprints with my friend and writing buddy, Nova Lovette and loved it. I also found a Facebook group that is set up just for sprints. Perfect. Nova clued me in on a webinar type thingy...and I watched an author go through her process of outlining using post-it notes. I LOVE her ideas and have bought my post-its, so I am ready to go--as soon as I go back to Wal-Mart and buy the whiteboard I knew I should have bought today :-(
I've found my voice, my spine, my grit. Had a poem rejected from Everyday Poets. Well, their loss. They seem to prefer a tighter rhyme and meter and I'm more of a free verse style poet. No loss to me. I have other poems that fit what they are looking for. But, unlike my previous rejection, I am not set back or really all that disappointed. I know my poem is good and will fit somewhere. Just not there. And I am OK with that too.
This trend of finding my voice in my writing and publishing adventures, is translating into my personal life too. I have always been the type of person who accepts everyone and excuses their mistakes even when they are "crimes against me". I don't like to call people out for doing things that hurt or bother me. It makes me feel guilty for hurting them even though they were in the wrong. This has landed me in more than enough sticky situations as you can imagine.
Well, this week alone, I asked a dear friend to please try and refrain from drunk dialing me if at all possible, told my ex that I was not discussing something that was none of his business and did not let someone else's inappropriate decision bring me down with them. (I swear, reading this it sounds like I have some great people in my life...lol! Just one of those weeks I guess.) Guess what. The only one who was offended was the last one, and that is because he was called out for his decision and embarrassed--and not someone I ever wanted in my life, but we can't choose all of those who impact us. Everyone else was respectful about my space and privacy. I didn't have to compromise myself and didn't have to be mean. I just had to express what I wanted and let it go. It feels so good to be finding myself.
I wouldn't be in this position without my writing. As my character is experiencing this same phenomenon, it seems we are growing together. Writing truly can be a healing process. That being said...can't wait to see who I am at the end of this month...after I have changed my stars and become an author who has "finished" a novel.