I’m Chelsea, and I’m a writer. It’s what I do.
I would love to make my living off of it, but haha… NOPE. Not yet, anyway. Why? I realize I’m not a shoo-in, I’m a freaking piece of work here. A freaking piece of work who isn’t published yet. Why? Because, I haven’t tried to get anything published yet.
Yeppers, that’s right. But it’s not because I haven’t wanted to (I’ve been dying to).
I’ve been writing
books stuff total crap-land for about eight years, and a mind-boggling two novels weren’t dead-ends that I abandoned and wanted to strangle. I also have a bunch of other ideas that I’m gonna try not to screw up.
But I’m very proud of the ones I’ve finished. Well, I’m editing them, but you know what I mean. I’ll probably introduce you to them somewhere down the road (heck, maybe I’ll actually publish them!).
But back to this. You probably found me because you’re a writer as well. I’m
fairly certain I don’t have any fans yet, well except my mother (who thinks I’m great even though she hasn’t even scratched the surface of my writings) and the excruciatingly small group of people I actually let see my writing (so, like three).
Is anyone else like that? Do any of you not want to show anyone your writing? I might just be like that because some of mine involves suicide and other dark, crazy lawlessness I wouldn’t show my mother. That, and I’m not the most confident orange in the basket. It’s a writer thing, from what I hear…
But heck, here I am. Putting myself out there. Yeah.
This should be fun 😉