Why am I here?

Someone close to me asked if I had a blog, and in my mind flashed that dog-ate-my-homework answer which I am clearly too old for. Did I even have an excuse? No time? copout. Don't know how? and admit my lack of tech savvy - phbbbt. Don't need one? That one I could believe, until now.

In my recent attempt to finish my first manuscript - a mystery novel - I have to admit, I have taken advantage of many others' blogs for advice on writing, queries, the publishing business. I have also completely ignored all of the signs guiding me toward blogism. I have focused so much of my attention to forging ahead, to accomplishing this mission, that I have trained the mantra "I'll cross that bridge when I get to it" to surface at the first sign of distraction. Now, less than 25 pages away from my final (fingers crossed) edit, I wonder if I missed the bridge.

So, here I sit, fingers poised over the keys waiting for the perfect quip, the eloquent phrase, the timely post that will encourage someone . . . anyone . . . to support my cause.

My name is Krista Lawlor, and I am a writer.