Friday, January 22, 2010
I dreamed of becoming a writer. A real bonafide, published author.
I started a writing journal.
I collected words like salt and pepper shakers.
I jotted down catchy phrases for future use.
I mailed off manuscripts.
After a while I started collecting my rejection letters.
Dear April, Thank you for your submission, unfortunately...
I glued the rejections into my writing journal.
Why? I don't really know. Maybe as proof of effort.
Sometimes you find yourself holding on for dear life to a dream, afraid to let it go. Stalled.
Sometimes your only available transportation is a leap of faith. Maragret Shepard said that. I read it on a calendar and it has stuck with me.
I slowly pried my heart from around the writing dream. I slowly, ever so slowly, let it go.
Years went by.
I discovered blogging.
Today I write not to make a living, but in spite of the crazy life I'm living.
I write because I let go and my hands were empty, ready to receive a new dream, similar to my old dream, revamped.
If I've learned one thing in life it is this: when you make plans God laughs.
I dreamed of becoming a writer. God made me a mother, wife and blogger.
My readers don't have to go to Barnes and Noble and buy a book. They can sit in front of their computer in their bathrobe with their coffee, bad breath and bagel and read for free. I'm quite sure more people click over to Suaviloquy everyday than would have ever bought my book.
And I just wanted to say thanks. Thanks for dropping by and helping me realize the dream I never dreamed on purpose.