Turns out, to be a writer, you must actually write.

by Ash on May 21, 2012

A few months ago I received an e-mail from the incredible Joann (Laundry Hurts My Feelings) – would I be interested in going to the DFW Writers’ Conference?

Within 10 minutes I had a ticket charged to my credit card. Shocking really, since the last seat-of-the-pants thing I’ve done was cut off all my hair right before my wedding. Usually spontaneity likes to bite me in the rear, but this time she decided to give me a kiss on the cheek.

The amount of writing information, motivation and conversation from this past weekend could fill my Fat Day Jeans and then some, but the one nugget heard over and over again was this – just do it.

Just. Do. It.

I feel like I’ve been holding my breath for so long, scared to let the oxygen in because once that gray matter sputters to life again, I won’t like the thoughts in my head.

Well, to Hell with that.

At the 2013 DFW Writers’ Conference, I will down a shot of tequila or 12 and pitch.

As of today, I have roughly 350 days to pound out 80,000 – 100,000 words, revise those words, and then revise those words again. No problem, right?

Anyone have any great plot ideas?

P.S. A million thanks and love to Joann. I’ve made a friend for life, stalking laws be damned. If you don’t read her you’re a sorry sack of nails. Run to Laundry Hurts My Feelings. Right after you give me a plot.