Saturday, January 04, 2014

Procrastination?

Good morning...
I've spent the last couple days organizing my office, tidying it up so I can focus on my writing without having to stop to find reference materials or supplies.
Knowing of my desire to write, my DH (we'll call him J.C.) encouraged me to follow my dream. Well, last night he asked me what I was doing, if I was procrastinating, when he walked in and discovered me attacking dust bunnies, rearranging my book shelves and laying out a healthy supply of colored pens, index cards, sharpies and a bowl full of wrapped chocolates.
At first, I wanted to snarl at him, offended, but then I gave serious thought to what he asked. Was I procrastinating? Was my desire to rearrange my office an attempt to delay actually starting my novel? Was I subconsciously afraid to sit down and actually put words down on the page? Did I fear rejection so much that I couldn't sit down and begin? The answer is, I don't know. 
It's been more than 12 hours after he asked, and still, as I type this post, I can't help but wonder if it's true. Am I procrastinating? I guess we'll all discover that answer. Soon...
~*~Cassie~*~

Wednesday, January 01, 2014

Welcome

Good Morning! 
If you've stumbled on to this blog by accident or have absolutely no idea who I am, well, you aren't alone. So, welcome to my blog where you will find out who I am, what I stand for, and probably more than you want to know about my personal and professional passions as I seek the sometimes heartbreaking route to publication.
Someone once as me why did I dream of becoming a writer, why did I choose this profession over another, any other. The simplest yet most profound answer I could give was that telling stories was what I was born to do, not something I chose to do.
By the age of four, I could already read books written for 7-10 year olds, and by the time I was nine my reading and comprehension level was that of a High School senior. Yet even then, at such a young age, I was writing stories of my own when books were scarce to come by and forced my parents and siblings to read my work. The books I did own I created library cards for and pockets so I could "Check out" and return them to my personal library. While other children dreamed of becoming astronauts, firemen, cops and robbers, I dreamed of becoming a published author, a librarian, even a literature professor--anything that would give me unlimited and unparalleled access to the written word.
I looked forward to doing book reports, research papers and writing assignments handed out by my teachers. I even went so far as to ask for extra assignments from my English, History, and literature teachers. Yeah, sick, I know... 
I freely admit it... My name is Cassie Black and I'm a book addict!!
So, long story short (pun intended), with the arrival of the new year and the recent passing of my 40th birthday, I've decided to follow my dream. I hope you'll follow along with me as I see where this crazy journey leads as I follow the winding road toward publication.
What is your crazy dream? What would you do if you had unlimited finances and could become anything you wanted? I'd love to hear from you in the comment section below. You can also follow me here on my blog, subscribe to my newsletter, contact me through my website, or even tweet me on Twitter.
Happy new year!
~*~ Cassie~*~