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.
Something in the air... Something in my heart sings. 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.
