Do you remember the first time your work was shared somewhere other than between the lines of your journal?
Or the semi perfectly formatted pages of your website?
I guess technically we are published writers every time we become brave enough to let our words take shape on its own, releasing them from the pages we keep them captive on.
However it’s a bit different receiving an email informing you, that the poem that you submitted has been published on someone else’s website or in their book, or wherever else we loosened our grip enough to watch our words travel.
I GOT THAT EMAIL YESTERDAY!!
I am a published writer. Like an actual published writer.
It was surreal to scroll down and see MY bio under my poem on someone else’s website. You can see my featured poem here on PhoebeMD
It was also very scary…and before you think I’m crazy let me explain why.
For years, writing has been the one thing to remain constant in my life. No matter the length of the hiatus between us, I could always come right back to it. Comfortably-with no awkwardness and resume right from where I left off as if I had never left at all.
My journals never judged me about the ways in which I coped. I was never made to feel less than or labeled the “black friend” as if that was all I had to offer the world. Writing was/is/and will always be MY SAFE PLACE.
With that being said, deciding to open up my home-where I feel the safest-to other writers, and really the world is both exhilarating and absolutely terrifying.
What if this becomes something I no longer enjoy doing?
What if I get caught up in the superficial things and I no longer feel safe writing down the stories begging to be told?
Those are some scary thoughts and they are with me constantly….
Want to hear how I deal with those thoughts and how I try to keep my writing as sacred as the day I opened up my first black and white composition book?
Tune in next Monday to an all new episode of the iHaveWrites Podcast as we discuss the fears surrounding the things we love the most.