Besides raising children, publishing, and being awesome she also took the time to write a post. Today she's chatting about her Writer's Wish List:
Once you've finally decided you're a Writer (and I'm taking about that coming to terms with it conversation we all seem to have with ourselves. Yes, I'm a WRITER. It's not a hobby. It's something you actually say to people when you introduce yourself. "Hello tall, dark, and handsome. Pleased to meet you! Oh, what do I do? I write. I'm not Hemingway or anything, but I do own a shot gun." Insert awkward chuckle here.) Anyway, once you've admitted it you start to compose a wish list of sorts. Maybe it starts with "I'll be successful when..." or "I'll consider myself published when..."
We all have varying degrees of success. A pretty common one? I'll consider myself a successful writer when I sell my first piece. There's just something magical about getting paid to do the thing you love. We dream about getting paid to sleep late, drink beer, and binge watch Netflix. (And yes, Netflix I'M STILL WATCHING. Thanks for asking but let's lose the judgement. It's only been six consecutive hours of Archer, I still have all my brain cells.)
My own wishlist of course includes novel publication. But the beauty of writing is the diversity. Novel publication isn't at the top for all of us. There's that vast sea of short stories and poetry, memoir and blogging, flash fiction and experimental pieces that don't fit anywhere and live on your hard drive. Forever. I have a few of those.
Recently I had my first few pieces accepted for publication, two short stories and a piece of flash fiction. It's an unreal feeling. I had someone I'd never spoken to tell me they enjoyed my writing. Seriously, this was a person I didn't have to chase down and tie to a chair to force them to read my work. (Have you seen A Clockwork Orange?) They read it because they wanted to. And then they told me they enjoyed it. Actually enjoyed it. I'm still pretty sure my dad must have paid them good money to say that. I also believe that the only person reading my blog is my dad and he's somehow tricked the metrics system into believing he's more than one person.
Am I successful? Not by my personal definition since ultimately I'd like to be able to write full time. But do I introduce myself as a writer and make uncomfortable Hemingway jokes? Yes.
Some day I'll get to mark some of the other things off my wish list (like making enough money to cover my bed in and roll around on) and if I'm lucky I might even add a few more because when you stop dreaming you're pretty much dead.
What about you? What's on your list? When did you consider yourself a writer? What's success to you?
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