Confession time.  I have only told three people I am becoming a writer: my mom, my aunt, and my husband.    I want to be a writer.  I am studying and practicing.  I am committed. 

"So why ain't you told no one yet, you yeller-bellied chicken?" you ask.

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(deep breath)  I don't want to publicly be a "writer" who doesn't turn into an "author."

I have always operated on a "need to know basis".    My husband does not.   By the time he leaves the grocery store, the cashier knows he is from Buffalo, loves chicken wings, but gave them up for lent.  Seriously?  You don't even know this lady.  She could be a, well, I don't know what she could be.  But not everyone needs to know you like chicken wings.

So building my social media platform this month (MNINB Platform Challenge) is an exciting and terrifying experience.  There is a Lauri Meyers (SAHM/Financial Manager) on Facebook and LinkedIn who has yet to meet the Lauri Meyers (Writer) living down the street on Twitter and Blogger.  To complete the challenge I have to arrange a play date for them- which makes me feel about as comfortable as changing my clothes in the locker room. 

Besides being publicly naked, here are the Top 3 Responses I Fear:
1.  "Would you like me to read something you wrote?"  Thanks but no thanks.  There is no need to be in a situation where we both have to lie to each other about my writing abilities and your editing qualifications.  
2. "That will be a nice break from the challenge of corporate work."  Yeah, because the process of writing, editing, and publishing while two wild children run around is a walk in the park.
3.  "That is great that you can make something out of being a stay at home mom."  Oh no you didn't.

Top 3 Things I Will Probably Hear if I Stop Being Chicken:
1.  "I am excited for you!  I remember you writing all the time in school." (Classmates)
2. "You were always too creative to be buried in all those spreadsheets.  Let me know if I can help you network." (Colleagues)
3. "You are going to kick that book's A$%!" (My BFF has a way with words)

That does it.  By the end of this month's challenge, this yeller-bellied gal is going to be a writer.  Publicly.