As writers who are trying to get somewhere in the publishing industry, we have
to develop thick skin. We share our words with the world, knowing we hand them
the power to cut our work to devalued pieces. We know that to let our characters
and worlds meet a reader's eye, we have to accept the rejection and distaste
that will come--because, we all know it will. Sometimes, it feels that for
every step we take in the industry, we sacrifice another piece of a dream.
After a few miles, all those initial dreams seem like impossible expectations
that only make the bitter truth burn more.
We will always enjoy writing. We are writers. No industry can take that away.
But, what if we could enjoy honest dreams once in a while? What if we could
dream about the possibilities of our story without being distracted by the improbability?
What if every writer could write a list of honest dreams to help remind that
they are a writer, that no one can delete the dreams that started the words?
My honest dreams:
To write a story that would be loved by all.
To write a book that changed the world.
To have every publisher, editor, and agent jump at the chance to represent me.
To have control over where my story went.
To have my book displayed in the front shelf at Barnes & Noble.
To have my book turned into a blockbuster film.
To have readers dress up like my characters.
To have readers wish they could join my hero's fight.
To never have to suffer writer's block.
To know my characters like I know my own family.
To be able to write thousands and thousands of words a day without feeling
guilty, without struggling, without deleting every other sentence.
As a writer who knows her ability to write comes from God, I struggle with
feeling inadequate. What can I say that could possible be worth reading? My
biggest honest dream: to be able to trust, without ever doubting, that God is forever
working in my life and through my words.
Sound of Music has been my favorite movie since I was in kindergarten. My second favorite scenes was the invasion of the Nazi's. Don't ask why? I guess it was foreshadowing to my future history major. My favorite scene is when Liesl sings, "I am sixteen going on seventeen." For years, I waited until I turned sixteen so I could sing that song. I didn't care that the two characters were falling in love. I just wanted to sing the lines, "I am sixteen," with accuracy. Well, today I am seventeen. In the past year, I never got the chance to watch Sound of Music and sing along. This kind of made me sad . . . Until I think back to all the times my sister, MK, sang the songs from The Sound of Music with beauty and grace. She fell in love with the movie just like had, and she doesn't care that she's not sixteen. She just loves music and singing. Listening to her was better than fulfilling a childhood dream. MK and my family make my…