I know for all of the Catholics out there that right now is Lent. The time when you are preparing for Holy Week by completing some form of penitence, or at least that’s my understanding from my Catholic friends. Most of them prepare by fasting or giving up something, like chocolate or alcohol, but it has to be something that is a true sacrifice, something that is hard to live without.
Although, I’m not Catholic, I thought about what would be a sacrifice for me and instead I realized that there are things that I would never give up. (It’s embarrassing to admit this, but I transferred from Lent to selfishness in about thirty seconds.) Of course, one of them is writing. There are too many things I want from it.
I want my words read.
I want an agent.
I want to write stories that entertain.
I want to be better at editing.
I want to be more confident in my manuscript.
I want a career as a novelist.
I want to die as an old woman with a pen in my hand and a story on my mind.
What do you want?
This is something I’ve thought about a lot. It is a big theme in my book. Well sort of, it is about “What are you willing to give up, to get what you want.”
For me, I want this book out there. I wish it had existed when I was in high school and college. I would have loved it. That’s the minimum of what I want.
What i really want, is this book to be the LGBT version of Twilight. So I can write for a living, and not feel like this is a way to handle the fact that when I graduated from Law School there were no jobs for me.
To do this, I want a real agent, who adores my manuscript, with connections to big publishers, and who will see what my book needs to become that god.
Amen!!!
I’d also like it if my book became a movie. I think it would make a good one.
If I’m honest, I would like that too.