My cellphone is dead. Stone cold dead because I forgot to plug it in. It's pretty much a reflection of how I was feeling yesterday regarding my future in publishing. There's only so much news I can take in before the realization that those dreams will never come true for me sinks in.
Only, I woke up this morning with the lyrics from "A Spoonful of Sugar" dancing through my head. Damn Mary Poppins. Damn Walt Disney who has always been my role model (since I was 10) because he never gave up, never threw in the towel when the circumstances looked their darkest.
But it's true. There's a fire deep inside my soul and it burns all the time, pushing me to do my best everyday, pushing to make my writing the best it can be, always better, always deeper. It's true. Read something recent of mine and you'll be surprised. I'm not the girl I was a year ago.
I'm incapable of giving up.
Monday, I finished the hot historical project I'd been working on for awhile. I'm totally in love with the story. Now, I hope I can find a publisher for it that will do it justice.
I have enough dreams and goals to fill a few Hefty bags but none of them will be accomplished without continued hard work. Anyone who knows me, knows that's exactly what I'm good at.
So, what's next? I need to knock out a couple of short stories I've promised people then it's back to full length pieces. Will I write the same thing everyone else is writing? Absolutely not. That's not who I am, but I can tell you this--watch out. I'm about to break the next barrier.
And the possibilities are endless. :-)
Have a great day.