"Why would you do such an idiotic thing?" you might want to know. Well, I'm not an insomniac. I'm a writer. Yeah, one of those. I work full time as a--well, never mind--and I don't have any time during the day to do any writing. Nada. And since I really do love to write, I have to compromise with sleep. It's a small price to pay, really.
I'm also taking a Creative Writing course at my alma mater. Even though I already graduated, I can't seem to stay away from college. I love it. I want to go back. I'm sick, I know.
Still, I've a novel I've written, but my degree is in Biology. *cringe*
This happens when you get a degree in something you've an affinity for, but really don't want to make a livelihood out of it. I should of gotten a degree in English Lit, but then I might have become an short-order cook.
Anyway, my name is Ginger Graham. It's actually a pseudonym. Kind of like Cleolinda Jones, whose blog I found a week ago. She, too, is not crazy enough to exposure.
I live somewhere in California, where I was born, but I wasn't raised here. And with all the talk about Prop 8--which I support--I might be on my way out if it doesn't pass!
Ah, the freedom of a pseudonym. I can be honest without feeling exposed. I like this feeling. It's empowering.
As I was saying, I've a novel in my drawer that is just screaming to get published. I've passed it around to some friends. I've gotten good reviews. A few were unable to put it down. That's the best thing for an author.
"I loved it! I just had to finish it! It was better than Blank Blank book!"
This is a journal to record my journey from an unpublished author to one that is. It'll be a trip. Hopefully, not a very long one. But then, that's half the fun.
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