Hi there, welcome to my new web site, Nicole Sharp Writes. All about, you guessed it, my writing life. The struggles, the stories, the lack of a publishing house and agent, the…stories.
Isn’t this exciting?
I’m not sure either.
Seriously though, it’s about time I started writing out of the shadows. I’ve been cooped up in my cave, writing, wondering why the world isn’t reading my stuff, wondering why agents aren’t biting, wondering why I’m saving a two year old turkey carcass in my freezer when it’s apparent I’m never going to make that Turkey Noodle Soup thing.
Well, obviously I need to do more than throw submissions at random passersby, I need to leave my cave, take some of my mountainous writing and put it out there. Slather my name all over the place and just let the world know who I am.
So this is it, my proverbial ‘coming out of the writing closet’ so to speak.
I have several bookshelves filled with books I’ve written. I have submissions flying across the inter-webbed ether, I have agents interested, I have been writing for local magazines for several years now, I have quite a number of short stories published and three loyal fans that demand it’s time for more than just a blog.
I have a lot going to be happening this year and this is a great place to put it. I am seriously a strange novice in the world of having a writer’s website, so it’s going to be fun to commiserate this journey together, or I can try to commiserate and you can sit in your very comfy chair and watch from a distance, that’s fine too.
It’s kind of like a really strange one sided date where I don’t know you exist and you can voyeur your way across my robust words.
So, who the hell is Nicole Sharp?
I have been writing since I was 12 years old. I knew I wanted to be a writer then.
I took my first fiction writing class when I was 24, that’s when I really embraced this whole writer thing.
I have spent the past 14 years traveling, creating a mountainous pile of work, finding myself, writing, drinking coffee, traveling, getting married, writing, and having a baby. And writing.
I’ve found out a lot about trying to write with a kid, for example, babies do not make good lap top resting places.
I am sarcastic. *See above baby lap top table comment.
Sometimes I like to curse like a dehydrated drunken sailor with scurvy.
I am currently obsessed with Chuck Wendig over at Terribleminds who has no idea I exist and that’s okay. I just wish he and I could be drinking buddies in the 20s with Hemingway or at least stuck in a life raft so he would be forced to entertain me.
I am reading David Sedaris’ book Let’s Explore Diabetes with Owls. All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr. Book 124-ish of the Outlander series by Diana Gabaldon. And Doc McStuffins: Brave Dragon (a riveting tale if ever there was one.)
I am drinking a cappuccino. Always drinking a cappuccino. Unless I’m drinking water. Then I’m drinking water. Hmmm, maybe that could be my new band name, Always be drinking a Cappuccino: ABDAC for short.
I have a blog, The Writing Moose, attached to this site. Click on over for a gander of more words I done did writ.
I have indeed seen moose (moosesses). I love those awesomely strange gangly creatures. I have a moose head hanging on the wall of my office and if I believed in animal spirit guides, it would be a moose.
I am very glad you found me and stopped by for a read.