So, after ten months of writing, I finally decided to tell my family what I was doing. It’s been pretty easy to keep it a secret. I live in Nevada and they live in Wisconsin. Nobody really digs too deep about how I spend my time and to be fair, I don’t either. They could be writing books in their spare time and I wouldn’t know about it. It was actually the 24 hour contest that made me finally decide to tell them. I was so excited about it and it really sparked my creativity and I just wanted to talk about it.
I hadn’t told my family because I wasn’t sure how they would react. Would they be supportive? Would they think it’s just a pipe dream and that I’ll never make anything of it? When I started out, I had precious little confidence to begin with. I had the confidence to do it, just not the confidence to withstand any criticism. Any sort of response that I couldn’t do it and I would have believed it and quit. Yeah I know, I shouldn’t care what others think and I usually don’t – except when it comes to family. Correction – except when it comes to my mom and sister. Not only that, but this is really important to me and if they looked at it as just a whacky scheme my confidence would have been shot. Thankfully my husband, who encouraged me to start writing in the first place, has been very supportive which is a huge help.
But I finally gathered the courage and told my mom and she told my sister and they were both very encouraging. I don’t regret my decision not to tell them earlier, and I’m glad they reacted the way they did but I still prefer not to talk about it too much. Writing for me is a private thing and I don’t like to discuss ideas or whatever it is I am working on. Once I finish a story then I like to talk all about it, but until then I prefer to keep my mouth shut.