Okay, it's my birthday. Which means I get to do a bunch of toasting, right? Birthday girls get to make speeches. And I'm allowed to get a little sentimental, right? Okay. Good. All right.
I started this blog a little over a year ago. Crazy how quickly that time has gone! I just wanted to explore what I'd learned so far about the writing life.
And--for everyone who had been asking me what I did and how I did it--I wanted to pass along anything useful, anything helpful.
And then six months ago, I kicked it up a few notches with a big re-design. (Big!) I figured out that I wanted more courage, that I wanted to develop this idea of a lionhearted writing life. That I wanted to find other brave souls who were putting words on paper.
And then YOU showed up!
Hundreds and then thousands of you!
You've been reading and commenting. You have tweeted and pinned and posted. You shared your stories of how you think about the writing life--what's been hard, what's been good. We've commiserated and we've celebrated.
I'm so proud of us all!
All these words we're writing! These blank pages being filled!
There are stories churning among us; there are tales being told!
We're not alone, all of us lionhearted creators. We're not alone.
If I could give out a party favor in this little sentimental speech-of-a-post, it would be superhero capes.
Because 1) WHY NOT, seriously! And because 2) we are each of us bold and brave.
And because 3) I firmly, sincerely, down-to-my-toes believe that stories are one of the best weapons against darkness.
We're telling stories. We're fighting back the dark. And that is no small thing, my courageous-even-when-we're-also-shaking-in-our-boots friends.
That's no small thing.
So here's to another year of it!
Another year of sharing our stories about our stories. Another year of getting better at writing. Of reading fantastic books and talking about them.
Another year of becoming more brave in what we write and how we write it.
This is our job, friends! The best job in the world!
I don't know exactly what this next year holds. And if I've learned one thing about the course my writing takes, it's this: All my predictions are wrong! Hahahaha!
Ahem. But that said, I'm hoping that Book One of my middle-grade adventure trilogy will be ready to sell at this time next year. (Or at least, verrrrrrrry nearly.)
Because, oh, I can't wait to introduce you all to my brave little main character, her irrepressible sister, and their reluctant aunt. This story that's existed in my head for so long might finally be ready to make its way in the world. Maybe when I turn 32, eh?
However it turns out: I'm hoping and trusting for good things in the year ahead.
I'll keep aiming at a good writing life. A healthy, perfectionism-free one.
A writing practice with a lot of heart, a lot of grace, and a lot of courage. Just like the stories I most love and most need.
But for now, I'm so grateful for this community of fellow writers, fellow readers, fellow dreamers.
My fellow lionhearts! Thanks for honoring me with your time, with reading these posts, with your happy dances on Pinterest and Twitter and Facebook.
Here's to growing our courage next year! Here's to better stories and deeper characters!
Here's to tales that change lives: our own lives first, and then many many others!
I love ya. Can I say that? Sure, it's my birthday. I love you, my dear readers, my fellow lionhearts. Thanks for being brave right alongside me.
Lean in. Let's have a big group hug. And a big group picture.
Say cheese, hold that funny face, wave at the camera, brandish your new superhero capes-- Click.
There. Thanks. I'll treasure that.
Okay. Now let's all find some CAKE.