
My first year, WordPress says I published 49 posts. I had 142 visitors.
By Year Two I was on a roll. I had written 163 posts and had 1,655 visitors. I remember feeling accomplished that year. By that August, I had shared nearly 40 writing prompts.
Well, look at that. Nearly one a week. ((sigh))
I shared more tips, useful websites, and a little more about who I was and how I was becoming more comfortable with myself as a writer. I also shared the beginning of what would become my Dragon Age obsession.

It may be even worse now.
But I’m okay with that.
Side note, this is the image that started me down my fan fiction rabbit hole. –>
Do I regret the subsequent 200k+ words?
Nope. Not in the least.
That year I decided to be brave. I hadn’t read my work aloud since college, so one night in my writer’s group, I finally shared, and I was as nervous as I had been that first time in my screenwriting class. Surrounded by fellow writers, friends, my voice shook and I remember feeling fearful of their judgement, despite how supportive the environment was. I was worried they would find my writing inferior, even if they would never say such out loud, and the thing I love to do would be tainted.
I haven’t had the opportunity to have my work read aloud again since. At the Austin Film Festival a few years ago, I pitched my story, and whoo, still as nervous as ever. I’ve waited tables, bartended, worked in sales, and run huge events, and yet talking about my writing still has me shaking in my boots.
Hopefully, with more exposure, that will lessen in time.

One can only hope.
Year Two had me coming out of my shell. I was in my blogging groove, I was feeling productive, despite (still) not having a day job, and I was getting myself out “there” in the hopes it would lead me to the right connection.
It didn’t…but I was actively trying.
Looking back, that was a pretty good year, and some more of you have been joining me for all the ups and downs since.
Thank you!
xx, Rach






















