“What do I really want to do?” I asked my journal.
“Finish your book!” it replied.
“Yes,” I exhaled in recognition of Truth. “I do want to do that.”
The Universe said, “OK, then!” And the Serendipities and Synchronicities began.
Within hours, two conferences popped up in my Facebook feed, one weekend-long one dedicated specifically to my genre, and another on writing pitches, queries, and book proposals — all those things that scared the bejeezus outta me — scheduled in my hometown. I sign up for both, thanks to the bigger-than-expected tax refund that came shortly thereafter.
I email some author and editor acquaintances of mine, asking for their advice. The responses are incredibly helpful.*
Then an opportunity for the summer suddenly presents itself which means I will only have myself to look after… no meals to prepare or piles of laundry to wade through. My editor OKs a sub for my columns for a few weeks. I have been given the precious gift of TIME.
At the first of the writing conferences I learn wonderful things* that give me new confidence in my ability to pursue publication. AND I learn there is a “Meet the Agents” event scheduled 90 minutes drive from me exactly at the end of the time-period I have scheduled to take off to work on the book.
One of my workshop participants said this yesterday:
Sometimes I feel like I’m just driving down a highway and I have no idea where I am or where I’m going. But then, suddenly, boom! there’s an exit and where I want to be is right there!
Well, I feel like I just found my exit. My journey is just started though but at least I know which way I’m going now. For that I am most grateful.
* In my next post I will share some of the gems I learned from authors and editors.
To read snippets of my memoir, click here. I will be adding more as this journey progresses.