Where did this start? I don’t even know if I can pinpoint the exact moment when I started believing that I could be some kind of writer, I know that in all honesty though, that I sucked. But looking back on that now, I have come to realise that that is all a part of it; sucking at something, but finding enough value in it to continue. You won’t get better at something unless you suck, but keep moving with it anyway, even if you don’t move forward straight away, even if you feel like you’re wading through quick sand, keep going anyway.
Of course, from the onset I move on this ranty tangent. But if you persist with this blog, you’ll come to find that that is just me – In every day life, with work, with writing, the only reality for me is chaos. Stay focused. What was I talking about?
Ah, I remember – The Katelyn Diaries. This name right here, that is my writing journey so far.
How did it all begin?
I dreamed Katelyn into life. Sounds like a load of bullshit, right? But it’s exactly the way it happened. I fell asleep like any other night, but this time I had the most vivid dream about this girl. I watched her from across the bar. I watched her move and the way she interacted with the people around her. The way that arse hole just wanted to argue and fight with her. I watched it all play out as if my mind was a movie screen and my imagination had shown me exactly what I was supposed to be writing. This is how Katelyn and her ex-boyfriend Kareem came into existence, my subconscious mind introduced me to them.
With that I started writing the story. As mentioned above, the earlier writing sucked. I am just lucky that the people around me liked the way I told a story enough to overlook how bad the writing was. I think that’s one of the secrets to becoming good at something, having a solid group of people around you who will look through what sucks and find what doesn’t suck and encourage that and help you develop the rest.
So where am I at now?
The third book in The Katelyn Diaries series is in the editing phase and I have once again ripped my whole self and the behind the scenes of the series and my writing life. I kept looking at myself and not recognizing who the person posting and writing was, I was attempting too hard to follow what happened in the writing groups, what the people in them thought was the correct way to show yourself, the right way to market yourself.
None of that is me.
It’s time to be me.
Consistently Inconsistent 