That looks so weird, sitting out there like that.
I feel kind of silly even saying it.
And yet, here I am. I've joined writer's groups. I'm reading books and sites about editing and outlining and all sorts of madness I've known about in a vague "I need to do that" sense, but not in detail.
I've put pen to paper and cranked out an opening sentence. Not necessarily the one I am in love with, but a starting point to get the story out.
I'm talking about doing NaNoWriMo in November. Making plans to attend a writing conference next year. I'm really, actually, maybe doing this for real.
Excuse me while I take a moment to breathe.
**edited to add a thank you, to Lori...without her kick in the pants, its likely I would not begin this scary journey to rejection. And possibly acceptance.