Jenny Hansen over on Kait Nolan's ROW80 asked today: Do you fear your dream? To which I immediately thought:
Huh? Who said I was afraid? I never said that! Who have you been talking to? Unbelievable...
Okay, okay, there might be a little truth to this... Humph, alright, a lot of truth to this. In fact, if I were to let you further into my brain, the inner dialogue would go something like this:
My dream?
If you're referring to that misty, elusive, crazy fantasy where I find myself agented and published, well then yes, I am afraid.
Not just afraid, though, that would imply that there's some space in my mind where I'm slightly aware of the stupidity of the feeling. Petrified...yes that's more like it: Frozen in place, spine tingling, short breathed, hair raised, terror.
Yep. That's me. For if I had any courage at all, I would have driven myself harder last year. I would have forced myself to revise my MS ten times more, would have sought aid from my CPs, would have sent my MS out to more than three agents. Especially when one of those three agents requested a full. What the hell is wrong with me? I should have sent it to 50. Why didn't I push myself, stretch at the seams, snap those threads that hold me tight?
Jenny nailed it.
I'm afraid. For all the reasons she cited (and more):
- What if I write the book and nobody buys it?
- What if I write the book and everybody buys it…can I be that brilliant again?
- What if I can’t meet the deadlines of a publishing contract?
- Who would want to read what I have to say?
- When I say what I have to say, they’ll know who I am.
Yes, yes and yes!
But the great thing about a new year is that with it comes a new chance. And it's never too late to change. I know, exciting, right? So what to declare? What amazing new feats will I be promising this time round? Pfftt....right. Oh, no, I'm not falling for it...not this time, buddy! Mr. New Year will not be suckering me into the glimmering labyrinth of promise. This time, I'm keeping it simple, foot forward with a pair of what Jenny refers to as "titanium panties" (though I probably need an entire titanium suit). I'm going to toughen up, and I'm going to claim what I've been wanting. No more waiting on the side lines wondering what 'could' be. So here's the list, short, and concise.
1. Exercise at least 3 days a week
2. Revise 15 pages minimum of current MS daily
Wow! I feel empowered already! Look out 2012!!