Something that bothers me from time to time is that I still haven’t gotten anything published. I’ve got a few bits which are close to being ready to let loose into the world but I’m not willing to put anything up on Amazon (that’s where I’m going to start) until I’m absolutely happy with it and with the notes I’ve had from my (awesome) Beta Readers I know I need to work on this writing malarkey a little more.
I still feel like I’ve made a lot of progress this year. I’m not great at jotting down what I’ve learnt in the last twelve months, I’m sitting here trying to think of those little bits and pieces but my minds going blank. This I’m putting down to the Dyspraxia. Its not something that I tend to think about nowadays but its moments like this that I feel like me being Dyspraxic is like someone has gagged me and tied my hands together. The words are clear in my head but are not willing to leave my grey matter, but I have learnt lessons this year, a lot from my Beta Readers, from the podcasts I listen to and a lot from just writing.
Next year I am determined to have my fiction up on Amazon for the world to read, but only once its ready.