You wouldn't like me if you met me.
Hi, I am Q. I am a drug addict with a writing problem. Cliche, I know but it's the most apt description of myself.
I spent seven and a half months in rehab. I just got about two months ago. I've been clean from oxy/heroin for almost nine months. But I am not a saint. The first night that I was out of rehab I smoked a joint. I still drink. I am not perfect by any means. But I did learn some things in rehab. I've learned to have some faith in myself. I've learned to step out of my comfort zone. I've learned how to share with people. I've learned how to talk about my feelings.
But how does any of that relate to writing? Well, I've been writing my entire life with a few years of drought. I knew when I was a little girl I wanted to be a writer. But I was a closet writer, I never ever shared my writing with a soul. That is until I went to rehab. I went through four years of severe writer's block. I was bored in rehab so I started writing again. But this time I started to share what I had written. I started to receive some positive feedback. So I decided what do I have to lose. I should give myself a chance. Because even if I fail, even if my writing is poor I don't want to be 80 years old and regret that I never tried to pursue my dream. So here I am, eyes closed, standing at the edge of a cliff. I am terrified. But I am going jump. Here I go...
I've joined the writer's workshop. I'm scared to submit, everyone seems so above and beyond what I am doing. I think I need some encouragement. Any tips?
Of all that is written I love only that which is written with blood. Write with blood: and you will discover that blood is spirit. -Nietzsche