A WRITERS NEUROSES I will be an author, I tell myself. Cant wait for my books to sit on the shelf. My life as an author will be easy, right? How hard can it be to sit down and write? Ill be rich and famous in no time at all. Ill go and see Oprah when I get that call. I have an idea for a new picture book. No dinner this week. Theres no time to cook. Its going to be perfect. Yes, I can tell. Ill knock it out quickly. Its certain to sell. Theres no time to shower or change my clothes. I have to decide between rhyming or prose. I have to admit. I never read. But, thats okay. I know what children need. Who am I fooling? This ideas crazy. I Should get a REAL job and stop being lazy. My new storys perfect. Its tried and true. Dr. Seuss did it so why cant I, too? Ill get my best friend to draw it for me. Im thinking just maybe shell do it for free. No one can read it. Im the only one. Ill send it right off, the moment its done. What is this craziness? A story arc? Dont know what that is. Ill stay in the dark. This story sucks. I dont have a prayer. I thought this was just about butt in the chair. My new storys perfect. The lesson is clear. Im sure it will be the hit of the year. A classic for sure. Only two thousand words. Five hundred you say? Well, thats for the birds. I dont really care what anyone thinks. Itll sound better with a couple more drinks. No rhyming they say? They are all fools. Im different. I dont have to follow their rules. This sh*t wont sell. Dont know what to do. Should I ditch it now and start something new? My new storys perfect. Cant wait to be signed. I wrote every word with this agent in mind. Ive worked forever... weeks.... on this story. Isnt it time yet to bask in the glory? A nice five page query. Addressed to... Dear Sir. That way it will reach the right person for sure. Its been three whole days. Why havent I heard? Its rude that the agent has not said a word. Why oh why is this taking so long? Its clear that this *$#ing **&$** agent is wrong. My new lifes not perfect. It has its flaws. Its full of swearing and gnashing of jaws. Turmoil, dread. Im insecure. Sometimes I wonder if I can endure. Then I remember just why I do this. I see a child reading. Feelings of bliss. So, the time has come to start anew. For I am a writer... thats what I do. ~~ Cindy Williams Schrauben ~~
Posted on: Sat, 09 Aug 2014 19:59:34 +0000
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