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Writing

I have always been a writer.

My first story was in kindergarten.  I narrated it to my teacher so that she could letter each page of the micro book, and I illustrated it, and it was bound.

It was about dinosaurs.

Since that time, I have had stories in my head and I have always wanted to write them down and share them.  I have tried often and to various success.  I have been 'published' on websites that didn't pay, or even care if you put words there or not.  I got some great feedback, and people expressed that they liked my stories, but I had no major acclaim.

I submitted ideas, both completed and prospective, to publishers, but I got nothing but rejection letters in return.  The time since my last attempt was a sizable time ago; I was discouraged.

But, in the past few months, I have been energized and gotten back to writing and have sent out three more stories in just the last few weeks, with two more in a few months when I have them written. 

I am loving this, and my discouragement has mostly evaporated from those older attempts.  I am hopeful that one will be taken, but I am not expecting it.  I am just subsuming myself into the writing and submitting.

So, wish me luck!  I am off to write some more.

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