I am not the type of woman who readily submits. I enjoy control of my own ideas, truths, and opinions. If I submit and share myself with others, will I become possessed in ways I don’t want to be? What challenges and new rules will I have to yield to? Will I lose the lifelong freedom I’ve maintained over my heart, mind, and soul? What if I’m rejected? What if I’m accepted? Oh dear, it’s so much easier to just resist the process.
These are the bizzarro thoughts I entertain when I consider taking my writing to the next level to seek publication. My writing process has been to write, recite parts of the story to anyone who will listen, revise, share a copy with a few loved ones, post it on Facebook (and now here on my blog), and/or put it into a random folder and bury it like junk mail. What a writing graveyard I made! R.I.P. is the final stamp on the tombs of my personal narratives, poetry, memoir, and stories. Word ghosts haunt me.
I often scold myself, What a waste of paper, cyber space, time, and the alphabet! Then with typing fingers and a hopeful change, I promise my muse, I will submit. I think I can. I know I can. Squirrel! And just like that, I get distracted and abandon the work I started.
I am a dirty little part-time sunshine when it comes to sticking with a piece of writing. I have affairs and one-night stands with ideas; I enjoy the passion for a fresh story and hang out with it as much as I can until I get bored or stumble upon something I misconceive as better.
You know what is better? Running with the polished piece across the finish line to the cheers of a crowd. I would love to be the one to add a little more cowbell to a reader’s day, to move, inspire, and entertain them with words. BUT, I have NEVER sent one piece of work to an agent, editor, or publisher. I just quit rather than commit to entering the publishing world.
Today, this will all change though. I am not speaking figuratively here and literally vow to submit a short story to the editor I recently met at a writer’s conference. I pitched to her and she expressed interest and requested the story.
Wowza! Whatever comes of this step, makes me thrilled to finally cross the threshold and send someone a completed piece of writing. I loved creating this story and how it turned out. She might too, but if not, her conversation at our pitch session inspired me enough to want to enter this unknown realm of publishing.
I’m ready to seize and shake the writing cowbell today and wake the buried pieces of my heart, soul, and mind that have lain to rest.
Use your talents. You got ‘em! Don’t wait for a rainy day… It’s gonna be a sunny one! Shine on!