Writing isn't as easy for me as I probably make you believe. I'm not the best at it. Sure, but that doesn't mean what you think it does. I'll explain.
When I was growing up I was made to believe that I needed to be the BEST at something if I was going to even TRY at something. I put dedication into detail. I didn't compete at anything until I was in my 20's and I won the spot when applying to model for Harley Davidson.
In my 30's I went to my first ever 1940's ball and I was terrified to compete in the pinup competition because I'd never done it before and didn't know what to do. But I walked away with first place! They voted me as the BEST! That was huge for me.
Now I'm in my 40's. I'm no longer some skinny model or actress. I'm not some fresh faced pinup girl. I'm an overweight, somewhat plain looking, average Joe Shmoe who finally got her butt in gear and turned this lifelong passion of writing into my full time gig. And I'm not the best at it. I don't win awards. Most of you don't even read my books, much less leave reviews on them (with the rare exceptions).
But, for me, that's okay. I'm making a go of it. I'm doing okay. I don't need the awards. I don't have to be a best seller in the New York Times. I don't even have to be the best in my state. I like my stories, most of the people who read them like my stories, and I look forward to writing MORE stories. I've also started painting my own book covers, which explains the photo.
Sometimes, being "the best" at something counts even more when you're just "the best" version of who you want to be.
(But you can always buy my books to help a gal out, too. Here's a link to my newest one!)
