Sunday, December 21, 2014

Woke by Leanne Dyck

Because I have a creative mind I can conjure such an amazing life for myself. I write the dialogue, develop the plot, set the scene. It's awe-inspiring, fulfilling, and overwhelming. It bewitches me. And so when reality doesn't live up to fantasy it crushes me. I wallow in the muck of my disappointment. It's impossible to see clearly when I'm covered by mud. And so I miss things -- the thoughtfulness of friends and family, the irrepressible joy of children, the magic of each new day. 

"It starts with this:  put your desk in the corner, and every time you sit down there to write, remind yourself why it isn't in the middle of the room. Life isn't a support system for art. It's the other way around." Stephen King writes and I hear him say...

Wake up. Don't be dazzled by stardust. Open your eyes to reality. Your life is a blessing cherish it.

Sharing my author journey...

What music-themed short story am I going to share during the next open mic night (January 16th)?

That question started a hunt through my collected body of work. Inspiration struck shortly after the conclusion of the hunt and I transformed a novella into a short story. (It works both ways (short story into novella, novella into short story), you know.) And I realized, not only can I read the short story during the evening but I can also submit the short story to a literary journal, in the new year. And, come to think of it, I need to formulate a plan of attack -- in terms of submissions to publishers for 2015. Maybe that's what I'll work on this week. Wish me luck. I'll let you know how it goes.