Emmie and the Giant Squid
Suuuuundaaaay, my prints will come…
Everyone has a dream. Some people want to be lawyers. Some people want to be doctors. Some want to excel at underwater basket weaving, or squid fishing in Borneo. Some people want to paint or take pictures, to capture moments or feelings on a canvas or
I want to write. I do write, but I want to do it for a living. Much as I enjoy spending 45 hours a week doing something else besides writing….well. I think we’ve all had to pay our dues to fulfill a dream before.
Success doesn’t happen over night.
Ah, that one. Does anyone else want to scrunch up your face and give that last sentence the finger?
I try to ignore that sentence. I figure if I just keep plugging away, I will make myself into the best
squid fisher writer that I can possibly be, and then over some night in the future, I will realize I’m where I want to be.
I believe that sometimes success does happen over night. For all the hard work we put in, sometimes chance or pure dumb luck steps in — but those are hardly things to count on. Better to just keep swimming and looking out for a big old phallic cephalopod with dinner plates for eyes.
I’ve spent countless hours working on my books. Seeing the first one printed out for the first time ever made me stare for quite a while. Over six hundred pages. More than a ream of paper with words on it. My words. Even if you’re not a writer, I’m sure you can relate to that, gentle viewers. Whether its a doctoral dissertation, a diploma, something you built with your own hands, a picture hanging in a gallery, or a giant squid — we all have something that shows how far we’ve come.
As this conference approaches, it looms like a big Moment of Truth. Four days until I’m face to face with some of the moguls of the publishing industry, agents and editors alike. (Okay, five days technically.) If nothing happens this weekend, though it will feel like a rather expensive anticlimax, it will be a good experience and show me what I can do to make myself a more salable author, both in terms of my writing and my platform.
Learning experience. Yeah, that’s it. A one of those.
This week will be preparation. On Friday, I will board the Great Ship Lollipop (indulge me) to go hunting my giant squid.
And hey, I don’t even have to go as far as Borneo.
What’s your giant squid? Tell me how you’ve “paid your dues” for your dreams! Let’s swap some tales!