I thought about having a guest writer for this one, since I’m likely on the road, on my way back from a trip to South Carolina.
But you know what? I thought better of it.
Sure, another writer would probably have done just fine, but there’s a snag to the plan that I don’t really know how to fix.
I don’t know any other writers.
I mean, I’m part of the twitter community of writers, and they’re all great. I like them. Some of them like me. We all help each other get through the day.
But I don’t know any writers.
It’s probably for the best at this point.
I’m unpublished and really rough around the edges.
I know. I know. We’re supportive of one another, and we want to see each other succeed. We really do. Nobody is a complete noob.
But….
I’m unpublished. I don’t have an agent.
Past a few short stories here and there, I have no notoriety to speak of.
It could be impostor syndrome. Maybe. If I truly felt I was trying to go somewhere or be someone I’m not, but I don’t.
I don’t want to be misunderstood here. I’m not saying I don’t think I’m a real writer. Real writers struggle.
I’m just being honest here when I say that I’m protecting myself on this one. I want a writer friend. I want one really badly, but it has to be the right writer friend.
I don’t care if they’ve published dozens of books while I’m still a mid-thirties unpublished wannabe.
I just want to have the right dynamic, not a power struggle, not trying to feel validated or like I’m trying to prove I’m just as good all the time or being looked at with a critical eye.
I know this friendship is out there, somewhere, waiting for me.
And for now, I’m content to wait for it. Maybe the friendship is still being drafted and needs to go through a revision or two before it can be published.
Then I can have a guest writer join me in my drivel.
Oh, yeah, they also need to understand why I write the drivel.
D.G.
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