It’s time for me to grow up and become a real writer. This, as you all know, is easier said than done. I’ve been acting a bit little like the Velveteen Rabbit, waiting around for the Nursery Fairy to make me real. But over the past two months I’ve felt a shift inside. I’ve been reading differently. I’ve been watching authors on YouTube talk about their writing. I’ve been taking notes and underlining sentences. I’ve been reading blogs and on-line journals. I’ve been paying attention.
It’s not that I haven’t done all this before, but I am absorbing things in a different way. I am committing myself to the experience. And I am taking complete responsibility for being a nobody. I have never sent anything out for publication and I am never going to unless I become deliberate. Unless I make a plan.
Because what will I do when the day comes and some publishing mogul says, I love your novel and will publish it right away – send us your bio.
Uhm…well. OK. My bio.
M.E. works at a day job to pay the mortgage, chauffeurs her kids around to school activities and events, blogs about random crap once in a blue moon, and sometimes writes in the doctor’s waiting room when the magazines suck.
So I’ve been looking at bios. People who publish seem to have lists of places they’ve published, degrees that actually have to do with writing, jobs teaching writing, and a whole lot of stuff that relates to, you guessed it, writing. It ranges from MFAs to Community College creative writing gigs, to first place in a Glimmer Train contest, to a Flash Fiction piece in a two-day old e-zine, to studying with Robert McKee for 10 years, to starting their own lit mag, to winning awards like a PEN or 5 under 75 (wait, that’s my fantasy, I think it’s really 5 under 35. Rats.), to making a grilled cheese sandwich for Joyce Carol Oates. These people have bios, people! Real bios.
So I’m going to build a bio. This means setting the novel aside for awhile and pummeling, I mean editing a few short stories and sending them out somewhere. It’s time to take the plunge. It’s time to toughen up, do the work, or as Seth Godin says, ship the damn thing. My goal – three publications somewhere. Two can be anywhere and one should be somewhere I might have heard of.
I think it’s a solid goal. I think it’s worth shooting for. I think, maybe I think this, I think I can do it. Progress, yes?
How’s your bio?