I don't suppose that is a completely accurate title. I am not really re-inventing myself. More like, re-affirming, expounding and releasing.
This Blog will be dedicated to Drea Riley, the writer and all of her quirky alter egos and friends.
There will be muses, other authors and shenanigans.
Where my other blog is more of a personal out let, this blog probably will be more of a re-commitment to the craft of story telling.
2013 was NOT the bee knees for me as a person or as a story teller. It wasn't totally suck-tastic. But it surely didn't live up to all that I'd imagined it could be.
It was a new start. A stepping stone. A learning stage.
I realized that I was loosing myself in the crush of "being a writer." I was smothering myself by trying to ...hell I don't know what the fuck I was trying to do.
I wanted so much to "grow up" that I scared myself. My ability to put words on paper has been shut down to the point of panic attacks and avoidance. Oh don't get me wrong! The Ideas are still there. I've pitched plot line after plot line. But when it came down to delivering. I was lost.
I came to depend on other people to tell me what the story was. Who the character were. And still I couldn't be trusted to commit. To follow through.
I got wrapped up in cultivating relationships and tandems and duos, that I forgot how to nourish my independent creativity.
I'm a social creature, at least I want to be. And I got so wrapped up in the need to be included that I stopped doing what it was that got the readers attention to begin with.
Writing.
I told myself that too many authors get caught up in being "serious" authors that they forget to engage the fans. I'm a fan, first and foremost. A READER...I want to be with the fans...be with the readers.
I thought that there are so many talented extraordinary writers out there. I can't compete with them in the game. I can't spit out 60-160k words. My attention span is the brain child of a gnat matting with a goldfish. So to be relevant, I'll be the chic thats just always there. Good for a chat.
Well, that only works to a certain extent. Its been a full year since I've published anything. And what good is a writer, who doesn't write.
I lost myself for a while. I let my fear of not being good enough stop me from just being who I am. I let myself fear competition where there is none.
So this next two months is about wrapping up that chapter in my life. Along with closing the doors on some very heavy personal times. I'm not going to lie here and say that I'm going to knock out a book a month. But I am going to say that this blog is part of my communion. My re-dedication to the art. My re-commitment to story telling.
The Reinvention of me.
I. AM. DREA. RILEY.
This Blog will be dedicated to Drea Riley, the writer and all of her quirky alter egos and friends.
There will be muses, other authors and shenanigans.
Where my other blog is more of a personal out let, this blog probably will be more of a re-commitment to the craft of story telling.
2013 was NOT the bee knees for me as a person or as a story teller. It wasn't totally suck-tastic. But it surely didn't live up to all that I'd imagined it could be.
It was a new start. A stepping stone. A learning stage.
I realized that I was loosing myself in the crush of "being a writer." I was smothering myself by trying to ...hell I don't know what the fuck I was trying to do.
I wanted so much to "grow up" that I scared myself. My ability to put words on paper has been shut down to the point of panic attacks and avoidance. Oh don't get me wrong! The Ideas are still there. I've pitched plot line after plot line. But when it came down to delivering. I was lost.
I came to depend on other people to tell me what the story was. Who the character were. And still I couldn't be trusted to commit. To follow through.
I got wrapped up in cultivating relationships and tandems and duos, that I forgot how to nourish my independent creativity.
I'm a social creature, at least I want to be. And I got so wrapped up in the need to be included that I stopped doing what it was that got the readers attention to begin with.
Writing.
I told myself that too many authors get caught up in being "serious" authors that they forget to engage the fans. I'm a fan, first and foremost. A READER...I want to be with the fans...be with the readers.
I thought that there are so many talented extraordinary writers out there. I can't compete with them in the game. I can't spit out 60-160k words. My attention span is the brain child of a gnat matting with a goldfish. So to be relevant, I'll be the chic thats just always there. Good for a chat.
Well, that only works to a certain extent. Its been a full year since I've published anything. And what good is a writer, who doesn't write.
I lost myself for a while. I let my fear of not being good enough stop me from just being who I am. I let myself fear competition where there is none.
So this next two months is about wrapping up that chapter in my life. Along with closing the doors on some very heavy personal times. I'm not going to lie here and say that I'm going to knock out a book a month. But I am going to say that this blog is part of my communion. My re-dedication to the art. My re-commitment to story telling.
The Reinvention of me.
I. AM. DREA. RILEY.
