Tuesday, January 3, 2017
I've submitted so many manuscripts to agents and publishers over the years, and have many more rejection letters than acceptance contracts.
Don't call me ungrateful...
Steel Will is still in the marketplace, and that makes me happy.
Not Alone is still in the marketplace, and that makes me happy.
Many of my journal articles are still out there.
But the piece that I'm rooting for is the piece I'm working on right here, right now.
It's like a new baby.
I want to show it off to the world.
I want others to ooh and aah at its beauty and wonder.
I want it to change the way the reader thinks, feels, or views the world.
Wishes and dreams surround my current work.
Wishes and dreams.
Thank you, friends, for your support.
You've believed in me when I've had little faith of my own.
Do I have something to say?
When do you ever feel confident or competent in your ability to write?
It's one of the few vocations that takes and takes and takes.
Yet I can't set it aside.
I can't not write.
So I'll keep going.
But would you cross your fingers for me?
And maybe a few toes?
Shout out a wish to a shooting star?
Toss some salt over your shoulder?
Kiss a penny?
Thank you...you're what I'm grateful for...xox