Just overheard my eight-year-old son tell the little boy who lives across the street, “You have to go now. I’ve hit my limit for being around other people today.”
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He was a super nice guy. Being a flight attendant was my dream job as a child and I have enormous respect and admiration for everyone who takes care of our safety in the sky. Flight attendants are incredible. But, so is owning a plane.
I want an anti-acknowledgement page at the back of my first published book for all of the people who didn’t believe in me and told me to get a real job
Last May, a woman tried to break into my home four times in three days. I took the terror I felt and turned it into my first thriller, which I’ve just this moment sent to my agent.
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Writing is the only thing that makes you a writer. There is no other criteria - not a specific degree, not being agented, not having a book published. Even if what you’ve written has never left your laptop, never been read by another person, you are a writer.
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I don’t know who needs to hear this but Emily Dickinson wrote nearly 1,800 poems inside her house, only had 10 published in her lifetime, and now her poems are taught in school.
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There is someone out there, a few years from now, sitting on the floor of their bedroom, crying, laughing, profoundly changed by your words. They’ve highlighted half your book. Don’t you ever give up on yourself as a writer because if you do, you give up on them.
No matter how long it takes you to get published, whether it is a month, a year, ten years, never, you’ve done your characters proud just by writing them into existence. Even if no one else ever reads about them, they are real, they exist.
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Having my work published for the first time ever today validated that I am not screaming into the void. My first novel is on submission, my second novel waits in the background, my third novel, a thriller, is almost finished. The words swirl around me and I say yes, yes, yes.
My 7-year-old daughter (in the car this morning, on the way to school): I’m kind of important at school. I matter a lot.
Me: Who told you that?
7: No one. I told myself.
I read way too many bios where people describe themselves as wannabe writers.
Please stop.
If you write, you are a writer.
WRITING MAKES YOU A WRITER.
You are not a wannabe writer because you are unagented, haven’t sold a book.
WRITING MAKES YOU A WRITER.
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Writer friends! Drop your Instagram below and I’ll follow you there too. Mine is @ rebeccapapin. No plans to ever leave Twitter, but if it mysteriously crashes, I still want bookish, writerly content.
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You are not running out of time to make it as a writer. Let me say that louder for the people in the back. YOU ARE NOT RUNNING OUT OF TIME TO MAKE IT AS A WRITER.
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My husband (after finishing my second novel today, crying): What a delight. This is going to take you anywhere you want to go, Rebecca. Your first book was excellent but this one? This one is going to take you anywhere you want to go, take you home.
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My debut is on submission, hasn’t seen the light of day yet, but y’all, I’m proud I wrote it. I don’t know which publishing house it is going to end up at, who will edit it, but if I could scream this from the rooftops, I would: I’m👏proud👏of👏my👏novel.
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Someone I met today: Being a writer sounds very glamorous.
Me: If by glamorous you mean sitting alone in my basement in my pajamas while staring at my laptop, baffled, muttering at the screen and glaring at my word count, then yes, very glamorous.
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Me (to my husband, at dinner): I think I’m going to cancel my Publishers Marketplace subscription. Reading the book deals just makes me sad.
My Husband: No, nope, and never. Because you are going to be in there, Rebecca, over and over again. We’re keeping the subscription.
I’m elated to announce that my creative nonfiction piece, FULL CIRCLE, will be published by The Rush Literary Magazine in their next issue. I’ve never had an acceptance before. I also get to read it aloud to an audience. Crying.
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Celebrate other writers.
From the bottom of my heart, I'm happy you got a full request, signed with an agent, went on submission, got a book deal. Even if I don't know you, I'm happy for you.
Aren't we supposed to be a community that builds each other up?
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I don’t know how and I don’t know when, but I hope one day every book you’ve ever written, dreamed of writing, are writing now, is on a shelf in your favorite bookstore and I hope it takes your breath away. I hope you have the patience to wait for that moment.
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That sci-fi writer?
Not your competition.
That romance writer?
Not your competition.
That horror writer?
Not your competition.
Other writers you know?
Not your competition.
Your competition?
Your previous words.
Nothing else.
No one else.
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The day before I received my first offer of representation, I thought, “Querying is soul destroying. I cannot do this anymore.”
Do not give up.
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Casually waiting for the day when I have a book offer that leads to a published book that leads to a book signing where my ex-best friend shows up, waits in a long line, and when she asks to have her book signed, I call out, “Security. Take her away.” And I never sign her book.
Writing makes you a writer.
Not finishing your novel, not getting agented, not going on sub, not publishing or self-publishing your first, fifth, fifteenth work.
Writing makes you a writer.
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One of my closest hometown friends: You don’t have a job.
Me: I’m a novelist.
My friend: Exactly. You don’t have a real job.
Me (smiles while thinking that I will name her in the Acknowledgement section of my first novel, quote what she said):
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Meet Eric. When Delta canceled my JFK to Nashville flight, Eric heard me crying in the car rental line. Instead of driving home, Eric drove ahead of me from JFK Airport to the Tennessee border, to make sure I got home safe with my 2 children. Angels walk among us still.
My Husband: Why do you like Twitter so much?
Me: Because it is full of other people who care about writing and books as much as I do. These are my people, these writers who live in their words.
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I👏am👏not👏leaving👏Twitter👏. I will literally be the last one here. I love the
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and have made some excellent writer friends. Do what you must. I’ll be here.
Me (responding to someone’s question about my career): I’m a writer on submission. I haven’t had a book deal yet.
Someone: But are you really a writer if you haven’t had a book deal yet?
Me: Damn straight I am. Writing makes you a writer, nothing else.
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My 7-year-old (on the way to summer camp this morning, in a sassy voice): I think you should get a job.
My 5-year-old (puts down her water bottle, irritated): Mommy has a job. She is a writer and she is going to be a bestseller. Just give her time.
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When I see someone write they are a "professional writer" I imagine all the unprofessional writers out there, running maniacally through their neighborhoods, flinging blank pages into the air, laughing off deadlines, espresso wet on their lips, lawless.
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I spent years talking about the book I wanted to write.
It took years before I wrote it.
But then I did. I wrote it. And another one.
If you are struggling with your
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, I’m here to tell you there is light at the end of the tunnel.
Keep going.
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Me (to my therapist): Is it bad that I spend my whole day alone in my home, writing, taking highly scented baths, and wearing comfortable yet whimsical pyjamas?
My therapist: No, that actually sounds pretty awesome.
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This morning my mom called me and asked how I would feel if she donated her body to science after her death. I said fine. She then asked if it would bother me if medical students threw her dismembered remains in a trash bag and Jesus couldn’t find her.
This is why I’m a writer.
This is the year you’ll get your first book deal, your biggest book deal, the deal you’ve been waiting for.
Your words are everything.
This is your year.
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#manifesting
Just boarded the world’s longest flight (18 hours, 50 minutes) with my 5 and 7 year old. Please note the slightly crazed, harried look in my eyes. Wish me luck, please.
The amount of time it takes you to land an agent, sign your first book deal has no correlation to the strength of your words, your worth as a writer.
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Your day cannot have started any weirder than mine at Mapco this morning when the card reader at the pump wasn’t working. The cashier came out and told the card reader, “I have once again come to threaten you with physical violence,” and it started working immediately.
I’m attending a writers’ conference all weekend and what I want to say is this - I’ve met querying writers, writers in the first chapter of their first draft, a writer who has written 100 novels. There is a space for us all. Claim your path and walk it.
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My agent just finished reading my thriller about the woman who tried to break into my house four times in three days last year. Crying.
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I woke up this morning, heart racing, and stumbled to my laptop. I typed until I got it all down, this wild idea that found me between dreaming and wakefulness. My next thriller is now fully plotted.
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Thinking about the time I lost my brother Read in a huge bookstore in downtown Auckland and had to walk around yelling, "Read! Read?!" The looks I received.
To everyone who has had their self-confidence shaken by the query trenches, by languishing on sub, by watching their dreams flicker and fade in front of them, I want to say this: Success may not have found you yet, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t looking for you. Never give up.
If you put one hundred writers in a room and gave them the same plot to turn into a novel, none of the stories would be the same. Your voice is unique, powerful, your strongest selling point. Never silence it.
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Person I just met: So what do you do?
Me: I’m a writer.
Person: What do you write?
Me: Novels.
Person: Are any of them published?
Me: In my head, yes.
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Back when I was in the querying trenches, I often woke up to a rejection in my email.
Felt like a cannonball through my chest, never got easier.
Until it did. Until it ended.
I did get agented.
Keep going.
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Friends in the querying trenches, listen up.
A rejection does not mean you are a bad writer.
A rejection does not mean you are a bad writer.
A rejection does not mean you are a bad writer.
YOU ARE A GREAT WRITER. WRITE ON.
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I’m less than two hours away from reading my Creative Nonfiction piece to an audience full of MFAs in Los Angeles (via Zoom). I’m terrified but also incredibly excited. Please wish me luck. I kind of want to cry.
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I just want to have a calico cat named Pages who lives in my cozy, eco-friendly bookstore and sleeps on my legs as I write NY Times bestsellers and solve neighborhood mysteries while drinking champagne.
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A year ago today, I sent my first query. Four months later, I signed with the agent I sent it to, my dream agent.
I wish I could have told 2020 me that I would be on sub in 2021, agented by two amazing agents, with two books under my belt, working on a third.
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After all the drama of Twitter allegedly imploding, it looks like we are all still here. I couldn’t be happier because I adore the writers and bookish content on my timeline. I’m not going anywhere else, ever.
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My Husband: What is your goal for your books, beyond book deals?
Me: I want someone to come up to me in a coffee shop and hug me, tell me they cried when they read my words. I want a hug in a coffee shop from a stranger who knows me through my writing.
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This morning I found out that the guy I was engaged to for 5 months in college just died of a heart attack at 39. He was my first love. When I told my mom about his death, her response was, “I’m glad.”
This is why I’m a writer.
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The day will come when you’ll hold your debut, third book, tenth book in your hands and wonder why you ever doubted yourself.
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Me (to my writing group): Here are some chapters I wrote in February. Literary fiction, outside my genre. Trash fire.
My Writing Group: Rebecca, you will win an award for this book. This is beautiful.
Get yourself a writing group that believes in you.
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Leave Twitter?
No to the n-o-.
I’m comfortable here, surrounded by writers, readers, bibliophiles, journalists, creatives. I’m staying. I hope you will too.
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Cleaning out my dad’s garage and just found this poem I wrote for my English Honors class when I was 14. My teacher asked me to read it aloud to our class, then she asked me to read it aloud to all her classes, told me I had a gift. This poem is why I’m a writer.
My Husband: What have you been up to?
Me: Submitted a short story to The New Yorker. Their acceptance rate is 0.00004%. I don’t care.
Hubs: Was it one of those literary fiction stories your family has forbidden you to turn into a book?
Me: Yes.
Hubs: Ooooh.
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Being on submission in traditional publishing feels like standing on the edge of a merry-go-round, a ride all the cool kids are enjoying, a ride you cannot get on unless someone offers you their hand, pulls you onboard.
I want to be pulled onboard.
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Let’s normalize your first book being published whenever it is published. There is no mythical age you need to be published by.
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When I heard it, my mouth fell open in shock. At first, I was worried that the other kid would be offended, but he just nodded and happily skipped back across the street to his driveway.
If whatever you are working on now doesn’t pan out, doesn’t get you agented, doesn’t get a book deal, doesn’t do well when you self-publish it, remember this. You were always going to write another book. That’s what we do as writers. We keep writing.
My seven-year-old daughter (at 6:45 am): Mom, why hasn’t there been a woman president yet?
Me: I don’t know, there just hasn’t.
7: We need to change that. I’m going to run.
Me: Okay, just let me have some coffee first.
I’ve finally embraced the fact that I like to be unreasonably early to appointments. I walk into (literally any appointment) 30 minutes early like, “Here I am. I’ve brought a book. I’m good.”