Well hello there friends -
I am not about to beat around the bush on this one, no way, no how. What do you think? Do you like it? I hope so, because I really, really do.
After all of that writing about it, I decided that if I am a Writer (notice me embracing that capital W), I better start acting like one. Step one, business cards. Super duper lovely and ever-so-Colleen style business cards. Many, many thanks to Marty of Bartleby’s Letterpress Emporium (how perfect that the shop shares the name, though certainly not the demeanor of one of my favorite literary figures, too). Ever so kind, patient (if you hadn’t noticed, I am a bit fussy), and supportive, not to mention her phenomenal talent with a letterpress brought this girl to tears, even though I promised her I wouldn’t. Not a bad promise to break, if one must, after all. They turned out exactly how I imagined they would: the heavy cotton, that beautiful texture, our our humble red roofed abode (drawn by me). They are perfect. By the by, if you live here in Stumptown and love fine paper goods, do pay her a visit. Her printed cards are exquisite, really. The shop is just a charming place to wander, too.
Okay, getting to the second step now, full speed ahead. I will also be attending the Willamette Writers Conference in August where I hope to wow someone into representing me. So, for the next month, I will be polishing my manuscript, honing my elevator speech, typing up dazzling query letters, and generally believing that I can do this. You know what the wonderful part is? I am not afraid. I am ready. I am worthy. I am talented. I am a good writer and a terrific person. Why wouldn’t someone want to represent me? Okay, I just ventured into Jack Handey territory, but that’s okay too. I am among friends!
So, a start. I hope you will join me on my journey.
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