Take one down, pass it around...

I'm in love and I don't care who knows it! And no I'm not talking about the book "I am number four" but I am talking about another publication, "Writer's Digest magazine". I've been reading it this morning and dying over the genius of those who contribute to it. Dying in grinning, gooey, giddiness I tell you. Especially when I read this paragraph:

"To not write your novel, constantly worry about how bad your book might turn out to be. Pause every thousand words or so and think, This is about the worst piece of crud known to man. Where did I put the bourbon?"

This paragraph made me laugh out loud because this is where my mind currently resides in my writing journey. "It's all crap." I tell myself. "What the heck am I doing thinking I can write anyway. I pretty much stink!"

So when Marlee came to me the other day and said, "I read what you've written so far."

I cried, "No it's crap! I can't believe you read that awful, horrible, crappity crap! You should have let me edit it first."

"It's amazing." She answered. "You're an amazing writer."

"That means a lot coming from you." I said.

"Oh yeah, why?" She asked.

"Because you're reading all of the time!" And she is too. Holy cow that girl's read a ton of books. And she's very particular and critical too. She doesn't like crap. So it did mean a lot to me when she said she liked my writing. Especially when she let me know, with a hint of drool at the corner of her lips no less, "I love that Aaron guy."

"You know he's the bad guy." I told her.

"Even better." She smiled.

Okay so maybe I won't quit (or resort to drinking bourbon) just yet.