I will be celebrating a momentous birthday this week. Of course, it's making me think a lot about all things past, present and future. I like where I am right now. A husband who loves and supports me. Two really good kids who kind of still want to be around me (#NotYetTeenagers). Great friends, some of whom I just spent a fun getaway weekend with. My sweet dog who is curled up beside me as I speak. I'm healthy. Things creak and hurt a bit more than they used to but nothing one can't handle. I also have a really good job. Pays well, sometimes rewarding but often stressful.
Now, let's talk about the writing. When I began this blog over a year ago, I put the words out there into the cyber universe. I am a writer. It felt good. It felt right. I had told a few people in my life at that point and have told more since, but finally putting it out there made it seem real. I've submitted on a couple of projects in the almost two years since with no real luck but I keep plugging away. Keep writing everyday because, as I've said before, I have to. I have to write. It's part of me now.
As I celebrate this birthday of mine, I want to look to a future goal. In the next five years, I want to be published. As you all that have read here before know, I desire the traditional path to publication. Submission to experienced agents---offer for representation---submission to some of the big 6 houses---contract---book on shelves and available electronically. A tall offer, I am fully aware. But hell, if you're gonna dream, dream big, little pig;-).
Happy birthday to me!
Songs I am listening to: Throwback song, "Secret Garden" by the Boss, Bruce Springsteen
Current song, "I Don't Dance" by Lee Brice
Book I just read: Hope in a Jar by Beth Harbison
