Usually, I’m not big on hyping my accomplishments. My mother wants me to post every single thing I write to Facebook. I don’t. I use Twitter for this. On Facebook, there’s 400 people who know me personally. On Twitter, there’s nearly 4k who don’t know me from a doorknob. I am far more comfortable sharing my stuff with strangers.
Now, should my real-life people happen upon my works, or should I be proud enough of something to share it to FB, that’s great. I always receive positive feedback from them, so that’s very appreciated. I just don’t feel comfortable selling myself to my friends and family, and that’s what it feels like I would be doing if I posted all my blogs and poems and everything on FB. I never felt comfortable selling myself. I remember back when I made a profile on some dating website, and found that bragging about myself was not one of my strong qualities. It took three people and two hours to make a decent-sounding dating profile.
I just don’t like selling myself. But I need to learn how, and to break through that fear, if I ever want to consider making it in the writing industry.
So, here’s me hyping myself. This year, I have accomplished some serious work in my writing life. First of all, I composed my chapbook of poetry about mental and chronic illness. This took a lot of time and introspective thought, and I am proud of the result…though I must admit, I have considered turning it into a full length, too. Time will tell.
Also in 2019, I had four poems published. I wrote a children’s book about a teddy bear called Super Joe, and even found someone to illustrate it for me. And of course, I did NaNoWriMo, which gave me a little novel about a girl who wakes up in a depopulated world and must go on a quest to find people. Then came December and the gift of FIVE poems being published this month. The first three come out at Queen Mob’s Tea House today.
I’d like to write about them, as I rarely share about my poems themselves. Let’s start with…
4th of July. Probably the one with the most “story,” it tells the tale of me and my brother-from-another-mother, Kevin. For me, the 4th of July was always “our” holiday, and it is a retrospective look at our lives. Read if you like tales about friendship.
Inbetween. This is what I like to call a “filler” poem. It’s one that I wasn’t particularly thrilled with but someone else read and liked, and I added to the file because why not? This bad boy is about depression and it’s grasp on people who have it. A lot of my poems are about that, but I like how this one starts: “I tried to clean my office, but it’s as messy as my head.” Read if you enjoy reading about serotonin imbalances.
Finally, Broken Watches. This one is pretty old, actually, but I have always liked it. It’s about a broken heart, more or less, and the pain of loving someone when you know it won’t work out. It also features some of my views on the church. Read if you are a lapsed Catholic with relationship problems.
The other two coming out this month are Dead Nerves and Unfathomable. Dead Nerves is about neuropathy and ageing. Unfathomable is about reproductive rights. That one should be fun to share. I’m sure it will summon forth at least one old white man with an opinion on my uterus whom I will have to promptly shut down.
So, in closing, my year in writing has been pretty darn good, in my opinion. And it’s looking like next year might be good as well, now that I have three projects I am working on that could provide dividends in the future. We shall see what it brings. I hope all my writing buddies are having a productive year as well, and good luck to you in the next.