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A Not-so Extraordinary Life
When I was a little girl, I truly believed with all my heart that I was special. Not just your ordinary, run-of-the-mill-special…but, really, really special. I dreamed someone would discover me in the far corner of Midwest rural Iowa, take me somewhere exotic (like New York City or Hollywood) and make me famous. There, I would rule the world with my talents and everyone would adore me just like the characters in the hundreds of books I read every year to escape. I was going to live in a big house with a maid and a butler where I would swim in a large, heart-shaped swimming pool in my basement.…
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My Own Worst Critic
I’m BJ Sheldon, and I am my own worst critic. If I have one fault when it comes to my writing it’s that I am constantly comparing how well I write compared to published authors. “I’ll never be as clever as George R.R. Martin,” or “I will never be able to tell a story as well as J.K. Rowling.” Because of this, my writing recently came to a slow crawl and I developed a bit of writer’s block. As I read the reviews of follow authors by the public, other authors and even literary agents, I begin to think to myself, “When I’m published, I will never be good enough…
Where Dreams take root