When it comes to making my blog posts these last weeks, I’m definitely on the naughty list this month. However, I do have the pleasure of doing something nice and revealing the winner of the autographed book by NY Times Bestselling Author Brenda Novak (plus some fabulous lip gloss to boot!)
So…drum roll please…. Congratulations to…
Email me at jeannie at willdesignforchocolate.com with your mailing address, and I’ll get that sent off. You’ll love the book, it’s fabulous.
On a personal front, we’re pushing full-steam ahead with the move – it’s just two weeks away now! Weekends are busy, busy as we pack up our belongings (and realize how much junk we have.) But in the process of packing things up, I went through all my files in my desk and rediscovered some of my old (really, really old) writing files and stories. A lot of this includes half started chapters, a page here, a few pages there, or even just ideas jotted down at some point for a story. One of such stories was printed on now-yellowing paper with the holes in the side that you rip away — from an old-fashioned word processor. When I showed my husband with a laugh, he suggested, “Don’t read it. It will just make you cringe.”
And it did make me shake my head a few times…okay, more than a few. I did laugh. I did roll my eyes and wonder where my brain had gone at the time. But I also realized just how far I’ve come. We’ve talked here at Happy Endings before about taking stock in your progress as a writer… appreciating the milestones as you grow and learn and step up in your work.
Every year, we improve. And the difference between work we do now versus work we did *cough*years ago is huge. At least for me, it was. As I read my youthful attempts, I saw the faintest hint of a good story in there. The bones were there, even if the execution needed a lot of work. But it was a nice visit, because it gave me a few moments to appreciate my progress and the work I’ve done in learning my craft.
I imagine another year from now, five years from now, ten… I’ll look back at what I’ve done this past year with a fond “”Oh, isn’t she cute.” thought. But I hope for that, because it means I’m always improving. It means I haven’t forgotten that there’s always more to learn.