Desire to be published killed writing ability

What Mel Did - Writers' block
Image credit: Melinda Fargo

As a freelance writer, it is a thrill when an independent magazine or publication picks up your work, and always orgasm-inducing when said publication give you money coins for your words.

This week, I was chuffed to have been featured by Submittable, the giants of the creative submissions technology of the same name.

The piece they picked up was about a former battle I had with writers’ block:

When my children were younger, I wrote them an original story about four children. The characters in the story were loosely based on them (okay, a lot based on them) and my writing seemed to delight their budding imaginations.

Spring forward several years and my young people are now adults. Much has happened during this time: the children lost their father to a sudden heart attack, and I lost my husband and closest friend.

I also became a blogger and newspaper columnist in an attempt to retain many of the personality quirks my husband loved. Writing became a place to pretend I had not died along with him and to remain recognisable to him should he have the ability in some afterlife to be looking down (or up) at me.

To pay the bills, I resumed my role in project management by day, writing during any spare time I had.

My naive little story from the days of my children’s babyhood remained largely unformed, until I hit on the idea of sending it to a publisher to see what they would make of it…

Read on | Submittable

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