It’s Monday. I should post a blog. But I’m sick. I have been feverish and miserable for the past 48 hours. I’m actually drifting in and out of consciousness as I write this. Isn’t that called dedication?
Normally, I plan out my blogs. I at least think about what I’m going to write before starting the actual process of writing. But not this time. I’m just writing as I go here. Off the cuff. I mean, I don’t want to waste your time by forcing you to read dribble. So I’m just going to let you know up front that I have no plan. I’m just randomly typing words right now. You can stop reading if you like, but it could be fun to continue reading and see how this blog turns out. I’m actually curious myself.
In between lengthy naps and feverish dreams, I had an epiphany. And I know it was an epiphany and not just a drug induced thought, because it actually made sense. (I had a dream yesterday in which a little brown monkey crawled up my bedroom door, perched itself on top, and watched me—this makes no sense. It wasn’t real. See? I can tell the difference between epiphany and just pure crazy).
Back to the epiphany: I am going to be a published author.
Wah-la! Deep, huh? Totally not crazy.
And you want to know why?
Because I’m going to do everything within my power to get there. Every day I’m going to work at it. Every single day. Whether it be writing, editing, or reading about improving my writing, I will do something.
Today, in between naps, I will send out queries for Desert Rice. I will then edit a page or two of Wanted: Dead or Undead.
How did successful people become successful? They worked at it. It didn’t just fall in their laps. If you want something, then you go after it until you get it. I had an agent. I had one. But now she’s jumping out of the literary agency business. It wasn’t impossible to get her, so that leads me to believe that with perseverance, I can find another. I will keep trying.
THAT is my goal. I’ve dabbled in the idea of self publishing my work, which still isn’t out of the question, but for now I want to keep plugging away at the traditional route. I don’t feel as though I’ve exhausted all my efforts there. Traditional publishing has always been my dream (yes, I know what an uphill battle it is) but until I feel as though I’ve done everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, I can’t give up. Not yet. Self publishing will always be there. It will always be an option.
So each day I will do something that will take me one step closer toward my goal. I will work my tail end off, because anything worth having is worth working for.
And I’m ready to work.
Okay, I’m feeling sleepy now. But after my nap, I’m going to do something writerly related.
What are your writer goals and what are you doing to achieve them?