Whew! I guess we never really know what’s gonna happen when we venture into uncharted territory.
Our ideas, dreams, expectations, and sometimes or ideals get tangled up as we struggle through the final phases of our trek.
Easy beginnings usually make for the most difficult endings, however, that’s not always the case.
For me, writing is as natural as breathing. I’ve always been good at it – so I’ve been told, they’re my stories, so I can’t tell how they would be to some one else. It’s always a thrill when someone likes my mental conjuring, but I don’t really take stock in it; opinions are as fickle and trustworthy as the wind.
So, finally, I share a particular story with a friend – “You should publish this!” I am told.
‘Okay…’ I consider ‘…how do I get published?’
So I start Googling, and reading, and subscribing, and searching, and finally submitting.
It’s not an easy, or a promising endeavor. You gotta be prepared to get your feelings hurt, I mean, some people in the publishing world are NOT NICE!
However, other people are. Also, plan on spending some serious dollars to get your manuscript ready – and that’s before being accepted.
After money spent, a lot of time shoved into the nether world, emotions frazzled, energy lost, and everyone I’ve ever known exhausted by my endless pursuit, I put my precious manuscript in the closet with all the other stories, tales, poems, and other mischievous secrets that are hidden from the eyes of the universe; story told, life in the bilges, hanging on, screaming that it wants to live a little longer – ‘don’t worry’ I whisper soothingly, ‘I’ll come back for you when I make it big, then people will want to know you, then people will learn of your magnificence.’ I then work on the next life that my mind has invoked for me to live – and it’s a good one, I mean, it’s really, really good.
So I excitedly start searching, and researching, and listing, and formatting, and writing, and typing… and someone wants to read the ‘other’ book, you know, the one I already put away. “Sure,” I say, perhaps a little too enthusiastically…
And, WHAM – I’m suddenly a published author – dream achieved! But wait! What, what is this you are telling me? I’m a… a public figure? You mean I have to …talk to people?
Okay, seriously, I knew I would have to talk to people, I’m not stupid… not really. But I figured I’d be hiding behind a desk and a pen while talking to people who hang on my every word because they don’t care what I say as long as I write another book – hey, I’m okay with that!
But NOOOOOOOO, that’s not what’s expected of me. I must wear… clothes, and not just jeans and t-shirt clothes, I mean, go to the store, pants that match the shirt, with shoes that match everything, and the hair, and the nails, and the… Awe heck, you mean I gotta be a GIRL! Yea, I know I’m a girl, OF COURSE I KNOW I’M A GIRL! That’s not the issue, I’m so okay with being a girl as long as I don’t gotta act like one – ew, they’re so… girly. Don’t get me wrong, I love being a woman, and I enjoy men… I so enjoy men (when they’re not being stupid).
Not only that, but I gotta get up and read – in front of people (thank goodness I’m reading something I like – that’s all I got to say about that one!) And I gotta talk to everyone, and give interviews and, and, interact with… strangers!
Yeah, we really don’t know what we’re getting into when we start a new adventure, I mean, even when we have a pretty good idea… even when we do know what we’re up against… until you’re actually living it, you don’t honestly know it.