I am lost.
I have God. I have Jesus. But, maybe I'm not listening. I feel He's leading me to be a writer. I prayed and then Stumble Uponed a website about freelance writing. I do feel God is telling me I do need to be a writer. I need to write. I love to write.
You can't just jump into being a freelance writer. No experience and you aren't going to get the jobs. No jobs and you can't get experience. I can't get anything because I have no experience and I can't get experience because I can't get anything.
It's only been a week. I need to be patient. I get that. Honestly, I'm just lost. I don't know what I'm qualified for. I don't know where I belong really. I'm a newbie in this world.
Eventually, I want to have a book published. I've started preliminary work on a piece of middle grade fiction. But, until then (I have a feeling it's going to be a long time til then) I need to find other ways to make money. I can write and I can edit. But, again, sounding like a broken record, since I've only ever done any of that professionally one time and have nothing to give as an example for it, I've got nothing.
And I feel I'm going to go nowhere.
I cannot despair. I can't let this get me down. I have to persevere. That's the hard part. I have to work through the hard times to get to the good times. I have to keep at it. Keep sending in those applications. Keep finding places that need writers and/or editors. Write my own stuff. Build a portfolio. Build me.
I don't know what's going to come of this. I don't exactly have all the time in the world to find out.
I do know God is here to help me. I stressed out pretty harshly on Sunday but sitting in church I talked to God and He took the burden off my shoulders. It was like night and day the way I felt before and after church. I may not have all the time in the world, but I do have some time.
Writing is my dream. Dreams take time. Dreams take work. It's not just going to happen tomorrow. I have to climb the mountain. Like they say, Rome wasn't built in a day. Overnight successes don't just happen.
So, I put myself out here. I let you see me. I bare my soul.
I can't just sit here and dream. I have to do. Finally, I am doing.
I just hope it's good enough.