January 4, 2025
In 2025 and beyond, telling myself I can and I will publish my work. Because my stories deserve to be read.
Reading books, finding my favorite authors, dreaming of finding my book in a bookstore, and being interviewed about my books. Oh, the dream. But, that was it, just a dream for me.
I had this notion that only certain people get to be authors. That there was a secret, luxury club where writers go to create their worlds. A club I wasn't invited to.
Thank you, age and wisdom for inviting me to this so-called secret club in my head.
Photo is generated by AI the author genertaed.
Years upon years, I talked about this world that only I was privy to. A palace my listeners asked, where is this? Can I join?
My crushed ego, effortlessly, said, I haven't the time to write, or I’m not an author, so it may never see the light of day. Because I believed I wasn’t good enough to be part of the luxury author club that invites specific people.
Not any more.
Finally, put the pen to paper. After two years of drafting my first book, I have learned there is no secret author club. Only the call to write and create.
1. Writing is who I am, not what I do
I love writing. Sitting under a tree or in my room. Putting movies from my head to paper. Similar to reading, it was my escape from the world’s troubles. The more I write, the more writing becomes a part of me. Who I am.
2. Writing is good for my health.
I discovered, when I stop writing, even if it's journaling or working on my book, I feel different. Writing became part of my self-care, not work. Though there are times it may seem like work. Overall, writing eased my troubles just like a mud mask or a good bath.
3. My stories deserve to be written
There is a quote I heard once on social media. I can’t remember the author of it, but the saying struck me like lightning and never left.
‘Write that story in your head, because the characters chose you to write it. Only you. It’s up to you to either write it and share that story with the world. Or, tuck it away where no one can read.’
I want my stories to be read and cherished by readers. Not collecting brain dust in my head. They deserved to be shared. I have to be the one to put the work in and make that true.
Photo is generated by AI the author genertaed.
2025. You are here and ready whether I am or not. My resolution for the new year is to continue to write. Persisting when days are hard and giving. Encouraging myself that I am good enough to be called a writer and author. Lastly, complete. Publish those stories so they can be shared.
Importantly, telling myself, I am the luxury writing club. Choosing who to invite into my secret club. Listening and answering the call from my characters, because without them I would have never written over 1,200 pages of story.
We use cookies to improve your experience and to help us understand how you use our site. Please refer to our cookie notice and privacy statement for more information regarding cookies and other third-party tracking that may be enabled.
© 2022 C. D. Smith