No one said that life would be easy. If life were easy, would we appreciate it? Probably not. Life is so much more of a rewarding journey if we all make goals, aspire to reach them, and promise ourselves that we will not let ourselves down.
I can remember being a pre-teen in middle school and writing stories. I would walk around with my notebook and beg my classmates to read what I had written. It's so funny that now at the age of twenty-nine, on the borderline of thirty, when I post things about my writing, I have old classmates that post to my wall or in my inbox and tell me that they can remember my passion and wish me well. Messages like those keep me going, because they allow me place my dream into perspective. I remember how long I have been chasing this dream and how I can't
give up no matter how hard things may become.
Every day is another day that I hear silence in my inbox and I wonder, is my manuscript on the editor's desk just collecting dust, or is it being
passed from hand to hand in the office from cubical to cubical? Tough call. I can only keep my fist gripped tight and-- like an author always does—allow my positive energy flow through me with a positive
vision of what is going on.
Is the journey of being out on sub an exciting one? Sure. It is hard enough to obtain a literary agent. I am tickle-me-pink with the thought that after so many years of hoping, wishing, and praying . I thank the Lord above that I have gotten this far. God wouldn't bring me this far to leave me.
So I hold on to how tough- as- nails one of my characters, TaSheena Hightower is. Her life has been so difficult. She has seen so many things,
but in the end, she doesn't dwell on how tough things have been. Instead, she takes all of that negative energy and converts it into positive energy to focus on her future. My main objective now is to aspire to be the character that I have concocted in my mind, promising to myself to hold on to my dream.
I can remember being a pre-teen in middle school and writing stories. I would walk around with my notebook and beg my classmates to read what I had written. It's so funny that now at the age of twenty-nine, on the borderline of thirty, when I post things about my writing, I have old classmates that post to my wall or in my inbox and tell me that they can remember my passion and wish me well. Messages like those keep me going, because they allow me place my dream into perspective. I remember how long I have been chasing this dream and how I can't
give up no matter how hard things may become.
Every day is another day that I hear silence in my inbox and I wonder, is my manuscript on the editor's desk just collecting dust, or is it being
passed from hand to hand in the office from cubical to cubical? Tough call. I can only keep my fist gripped tight and-- like an author always does—allow my positive energy flow through me with a positive
vision of what is going on.
Is the journey of being out on sub an exciting one? Sure. It is hard enough to obtain a literary agent. I am tickle-me-pink with the thought that after so many years of hoping, wishing, and praying . I thank the Lord above that I have gotten this far. God wouldn't bring me this far to leave me.
So I hold on to how tough- as- nails one of my characters, TaSheena Hightower is. Her life has been so difficult. She has seen so many things,
but in the end, she doesn't dwell on how tough things have been. Instead, she takes all of that negative energy and converts it into positive energy to focus on her future. My main objective now is to aspire to be the character that I have concocted in my mind, promising to myself to hold on to my dream.
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