One year ago. . .
I sat at my desk contemplating my intended action. Should I post this? Should I let people into my own private world? They would know too much about me or they’d think they would. Too many words, too many scenarios will be shared if I were honest and raw with my thoughts and with my stories. Can I truly reveal the real me; the real Aja?
I clicked “post”, scheduling it to appear the following day, May 1st. I allowed the “world” to know something about me that had been very private, almost lying dormant inside of me since I was so use to not sharing it with others.
It was scary, terrifying; exciting and invigorating. I was torn between wanting to run away from the computer the following day to needing to check my blog every five minutes to see what would happen with this announcement that the Aja they’ve known for so long to be someone, was actually someone else entirely. She is a writer. And had always been and the ideas that threatened to come out in every day conversations would either bore you, fascinate you, terrify you, make you blush or make you run home to your fine-behind man.
Yeah, there are some stories in me that would do that.
One year ago I was afraid of my own shadow and one year later I am now about to click “publish”.
This is no longer a game. Whether no one likes the stories I tell, whether I receive no positive reviews on my effort; I made an effort. I actually went from dreaming to doing. I created then completed it. I am preparing to let you and everyone know this is not a figment of my imagination.
One year ago tomorrow, I told you “That writer is me. I am a writer”.
Soon, very soon, I will be a published author.