While my daughter dreams of snow and Santa, I’m up writing a summer themed romance – isn’t the writer’s life great?!? I have to admit that it is a little weird. Weird, not just because my head is buried in Caribbean images, but also because I’m working on a project that will really and truly be published this coming year! Is it okay to admit that it both excites and scares the hell out of me?
What, me worry? – Read On Friend!
I suppose I have all the same fears that any artist has before sharing their work with their peers and the public. I get the same thrill when I prepare to go on stage, when I post a blog or when I share my work in a workshop. But this will be different because… I don’t know.
Because it’s less of a game somehow? Because people will have to actually want to read it enough to buy it and if it sucks utterly it could have a major impact on my future ability to share my work? Yea, expecting folks to put their money where their appreciative/supportive mouths are is a bit different than friends/family coming to a community theater production or reading your blog for free. It’s people with little to no connection to me who have real things they need to buy every day… things other than my stories.
And yet… why not my stories? We all seek out entertainment and pay for it… so why can’t I be the one to entertain you? Why should that seem so odd to me? Or you? Do YOU go through that too? Do you cast doubts on the talent you have or the right you have to success?
My faith and common sense tells me the same thing – happiness is not something that the universe or God would want to withhold from me. There’s no logical reason for it. So, it stands to reason, the only thing standing in my way is my talent and or my willingness to do the work necessary to achieve my goals. Big girl panties on – let’s do this.
Just some random thoughts for myself (and all of you) before bed. Wishing you guys happy dreams of snow (or in the case of my fellow Wenches, sandy beaches and cruise ships!)