This year has been a most interesting one for me. I've come close, very close, to achieving my dream goal of publication. I've been revising, resubmitting, revising, resubmitting, revi s i n g and .... .... ....
I've been part of a puppet show, a marionette on stage, moving of my own accord, but not totally free of the doubts that separate me from being "a real boy." A real player in the writing world. A PUBLISHED player.
I looked free, but the strings were there. Invisible strings were jerking my mind in all kinds of silly directions. I kept writing. I kept dreaming. But the gossamer strings would pull me out of my joyful writing time and into the murky recesses of trying to get published.
What would it take to lose these strings? Would I have to be swallowed by a large whale after a series of misadventures just like Pinocchio? Or would I escape the belly of the beast and sail easily through the waters as the strings snapped and set me free?
Pinocchio had a great fairy watching over him who gave him all the tools he needed to become a "real boy." The fairy told him what he had to do. He had to prove through his actions that he was worthy of being a "real boy." He had a free will to choose to do what was right, but he continually chose the wrong path which led to all kinds of mishaps and misadventures. It wasn't until Pinocchio stopped chasing his own selfish pursuits and put the needs of his father first that he became a real boy.
And that is the answer I was looking for in my own puppet world. I am already a "real boy" if I choose to pursue my art and my craft for the sheer joy of pursuing it. I have the power within me to cut the strings of doubt and fear so that I am no longer a marionette dancing to the invisible pull of a force that I can't control.
If I act like a "real writer" then I will be treated like one. I show up and do the work I need to do to grow as a writer. I learn my craft. I write my stories. I go to great conferences. I network with other writers, published and unpublished. I show up with my bag on my back, my texts inside, my pens and paper loaded and I skip along the path eager to learn and play.
Yes, I want publication. But that isn't why I started writing. And after a great deal of thought and deliberation I've declared a truce with the business side of writing. The chase, the push to get through the door will not overwhelm my original reason for sitting down and writing my first story. I give myself permission to enjoy the writing, the learning of my craft, the joy of being surrounded by others who love this great and wonderful world of romance.
So today I am free. There are no strings to tie me down. Now I write because it brings me joy. I write because I love my characters. I write because I love being challenged. I write because I am a "real writer."
Are you ready to cut the strings that tie you down? Are you ready to set sail across the waters with joy? Join me as we sail across the oceans. Together we will enjoy our journey.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
I've Got No Strings
I'm an author of sensual, sizzling contemporary romances with dark emotional edge where two lost souls find each other and discover home. I enjoy finding the silly in the serious and giving my characters unique ways to find each other and discover home. When I'm not writing, you can find me exploring my world, cooking fabulous food, and desperately seeking a corkscrew. You can contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org