I want to be published. I really want to be published. I talk about it. I dream about it. I fantasize about it. I hope, pray, and wish on stars for it. Below is what I wrote in the small notebook I carry in my purse:
“It is 2:49 pm on Wednesday, 21 April, 2010 and as I sit in a McDonald’s Playland full of squealing children I feel certain I will be a published author.”
Yes, I want to be published. I don’t care about fame, in fact I’d just as soon not have that. Money would be nice, but that’s not my motivation. I want validation. I want to know that all the time I spend writing has a better purpose than avoidance of housework. I want my words to mean something to someone besides me.
I have no illusions of grandeur. I’m fully aware that nothing I write is important. It has no power to change the world. It will never be studied in a classroom. Yet it could transport readers into a time, place, or circumstance other than their own for a while, and there is worth in that. To see through another’s eyes, feel through another’s heart, think through another’s mind has purpose. I want someone to experience this through my words. I want to share the stories given to me.
I want to be published.
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40 thoughts on “The why of want”
http://www.scribd.com/ might be worth looking at as well.
I gotta say that I love, love, love my iPad and know that electronic publishing is really expanding.
Thanks for the link, Natasha. Have you decided to self-pub?
There is something to be said for not dealing with the establishment.
Love it! Yes yes and yes.
That transportation is the amazing thing about literature – to be a part of it, to contribute to it…..ahhhhh 🙂
Thank you, Jennifer. 🙂