Don’t be Scared – Just Do It!

mjBy Mary Jo Martin

This is an article of encouragement to all of you out there who are having writer’s block, or are afraid, or too shy to expose yourself to the world through your writing. I’ve been a “real” writer for about three years. And for only one of those have I been pursuing it seriously. You should also know that I am very competitive.

I started by joining a local writer’s organization, and became a critique circle member. Both of these were excellent decisions, especially the critique circle.  When I started I was scared and felt like an outsider and not a “real” writer. But over time, and the willingness to accept constructive criticism, I’ve learned a tremendous amount and made some good friends. The amount of critiquing I get now is far less than it was when I began, so apparently I have improved. When I go back and read earlier drafts of my work, I cringe.

I’ve recently begun taking online creative writing courses through Coursera. If you’re a newbie like me, I’d encourage you to try that. It’s relatively inexpensive and you decide when you go to the “lectures.” There are assignments that help you stretch your creative muscles. And you get feedback from other learners – some of whom are excellent writers.

Perhaps the bravest steps I’ve taken are to enter writing contests. I’ve done three so far. One resulted in an honorable mention, in another I took first place in the memoir category, and best of all, a short story mystery I submitted was chosen to be published in an anthology! I have decided that makes me a published author.

Recently, I accepted a challenge on The Write Practice ( to “just write” for 15 minutes. No revising, no editing. I’m an inveterate editor and do that as I write. I’ve read that’s a bad practice, but it works for me. So, with a small drum roll, here’s what I wrote:

The Muggermites were a mighty empire. Poised on the brink of being subsumed by the larger empire of Toyland, they maintained their position of first nation to little Mikey, who loved them with no restraints.

Mikey spent endless hours with them, marveling at their complex society of kings, queens and other royalty who always treated their loyal subjects with respect and dignity. Mikey learned important life lessons from them. Things like valuing all people regardless of their place in society, and treating everyone as you would like to be treated yourself.

Their King, Maurice the First, and their Queen, the lovely Maureen, had three tiny Muggermite children: Martin, the eldest at 10, Morris, the middle child at 7, and the joy of their lives, Merle, the baby, who was only 3 years old. The children were lucky to be born into royalty, but they played with all of the children in the kingdom as their equals. Because the royals were so beneficent, there were very few fights or arguments, and all of the children played happily together

One day, Martin, Morris, and Merle were playing one of their usual games – the Muggermite equivalent of hide and seek, called muggering. Morris and Merle hid, and Martin was selected to find them. Morris hid beneath a colorful turquoise mushroom, and Merle secreted herself behind the stem of a large geranium. Martin counted to ten and began searching. He found Morris easily, but could not find Merle, since the geranium plant she chose was on the far edge of the playground. He began to worry, since Merle was so tiny, and he was tasked with making sure she was safe.

Martin and Morris looked high and low, and only stopped when they heard a muffled cry from Merle, “Help! Help me, I think I’ve fallen into a trap of some sort.”

They immediately found where her voice was coming from, since Muggermites have exceptional hearing. The two boys rushed over to discover that her leg had gotten caught in a hole beside the geranium stem. Fortunately, they were able to get her out, but found that her leg was broken. The pair devised a makeshift stretcher from a large geranium leaf and carried her home to the castle so she could see Dr. Miles Manchester, who fixed her up perfectly.

Their games were postponed for a while, but Merle recovered quickly and they were able to pursue the things they held most dear shortly.

This will be the start of a children’s book which I’ll develop with my son, Mike. Some children have an imaginary playmate. Our son, Mike, had an entire civilization.

If I can do this, so can you. Just do it!

Mary Jo Martin’s Bio:

Mary Jo Martin is a retired market researcher who lives in Houston, Texas. She is a member of the Houston Writer’s Guild. Her short story, Flowers for Lewis, was published in December 2015 in the Houston Writer’s Guild Press short story mystery anthology, Waves of Suspense. A memoir in progress is the account of her quest to unearth her medical history on her father’s side. This work won first place in the memoir category in a recent Houston Writer’s Guild contest. Mary Jo started her professional life as a chemist. Along the way, she sold out to the dark side and earned her Master’s degree in Business Administration. After years of successfully producing concise business text as a marketer and market researcher, she is now free to do “real” writing.

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Scott Biddulph is a published writer, author, and poet from North Georgia. He began writing as a youngster and followed his lifelong dream of reaching people through the written word when he returned to The University of North Georgia in 2013 to finish earning his BA/English with a concentration on publication and creative writing. His publications include the following: an eBook, Apples of Gold: A collection of inspirational short stories and poems (Smashwords, 2010) and a paperback, Voices from the Heart, (Createspace, 2012). His poetry is published in Papers and Publications Undergraduate Research Journal. Vol 3 (2014) and the award-winning Chestatee Review (Spring, 2015), among other places (Check his LinkedIn profile for a full list of his publications). He is currently working on publishing poetry, creative non-fiction, academic essays, and his memoir. ******** Scott has also worked as an intern editor for the University of North Georgia Press. As a freelance editor, he has done the layout and design of several books and magazines. He is currently working with several authors on various publication projects in which he is either ghostwriting, editing manuscripts, or doing the layout and design of their books. ******** Finally, and most importantly, he is a father, grandfather, husband, and dedicated Harley Davidson rider. He and his family enjoy the beauty of the North Georgia Mountains where they live—especially their screened in back porch where they love to bird watch. ******** ~ "I love realism. I love writing about the raw, down-to-Earth, heartfelt realities of life. I love to write in a way that reaches into the human soul—to take the greatest pains and struggles in life, and make them a blessing to others. Fantasy is a wonderful, interesting thing—but real-life situations, feelings, fears, and dreams are an unexplored ocean of stories that need to be told." ~ ~Scott Biddulph~


  1. Hi, Mary Jo, welcome to Two Drops of Ink. Thanks for offering encouragement and a sample of your writing. I especially appreciate your advice on critiques. For most of us, taking the plunge into, as you put it, “serious” writing, doesn’t happen until we are able to take the advice of more experienced writers and make changes. I also agree that a writer’s group can offer additional support, guidance, help us improve.

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