Not what I put on this blog or the stuff I pimp out there as a freelance writer or the bullshit I write for clients at work, but my REAL writing, the writing I've kept tightly under wraps for years and years.
It's time to cut the apron strings and send my babies out into the world.
I mean, really- the only way to become a New York Times Best Selling Author or a Pulitzer Prize winner is to, you know, publish something... am I right?!
Last year I looked around the City for open mic nights for fiction writers, but all I found were places for poets. BOOOOO because I'm not a poet. So instead I'm focusing on two different writing groups that I joined and, well,
*deep cleansing breaths*
...I'll share a bit with you here.
*wipes sweaty palms on jeans*
Ok, here goes
Sancocho On A Rainy Day
*smooches...completely done with resolutions and promises*
I'm only focusing on achieving my goal to become a writer that Papi, Grandma and my entire family on this Island and on Hispañola can be proud of. Ahi voy, con Dios adelante...