Young, Skinny, and Published
Heading south to a writer’s conference in Ohio for the weekend. Happy to have a reason to get away, shake up my routine, and maybe get this new story started. I’ve done enough thinking, pre-writing, brainstorming, and planning. I’ve (literally) mapped out the town. There’s no reason to delay beginning and this is the perfect time.
Writing will also help my young, skinny and published phobia, which is a medical condition that presents as envy with strong feelings of inferiority. Writing is the perfect cure for such self-consciousness. As the story in my heart unfolds, this world will fall away, including those people in it that are young, skinny, and published.
It will be just me and my story. Well, except when I’m actually participating in the conference. And I do have a roommate. Martha and I are driving down together and I am thinking of picking up some earplugs for her because Al says I snore. I’d like to believe he’s making that up, but other girlfriends I’ve gone on trips with say I do, just a little.