Today was a really productive day for me, especially for a day off of work. I didn’t really plan on it being productive in the way it was, either. Writing and WoW were my agenda, and to that extent I have failed miserably. It started last night, when I noticed a fly or two in my living room…and then about ten of the little bastards in the kitchen. Nope. Unacceptable.
I ended up deep-cleaning and reorganizing the entire kitchen, chasing down every damn fly in my house and giving them all nice, well-deserved Raid-baths. The kitchen, I dare say at the risk of sounding braggy, looks a hell of a lot better. I also discovered one of my cats has taken to shitting in the one cooler we had, so that was unfortunate. More surprising was that the cooler masked the stench, but I’m grateful for that all the same.
This post is planned, believe it or not, and I forget what the inspiration was by now (I cleaned my house for six hours today, so I’ll ask for a small break here). No witty transition. I’m sleepy, damn it.
Day Fifteen – My big dreams, and the passion that drives them
I know, I know. I’ve posted about dreams before. I’ve posted about my dreams before. And so on. I can’t help it, though. My goal is to become a published author, with loftier goals of becoming a successful author. Unrealistically, I’d aim for becoming a famous author, but I’d gladly settle for having a cult following. I’d be willing to say that’s par for the course with most people who set out to become writers, though. It’s a damn powerful motivator.
Following that, I wanted to share some of my more entertaining goals/delusions of grandeur. Try to not laugh too hard at these if possible, as they are very near and dear to me.
The idea of book signings, though I’ve heard they are dreadful, is really fun. If I ever become an author who is well-known enough to have people interested in autographs, I’d love to be able to thank said people for that enthusiasm. See that? No easing in. Right into the delusions. The chance to do so much traveling would be a definite perk, and meeting so many different people along the way would certainly add to the experience (I’m sure both positively and negatively).
I’d love to write for one of the major networks I enjoy watching. I’m not picky. I’d just as happily write for a series on Cartoon Network as I would for one on Fox or CBS.
Then, of course, there’s the small matter of wishing I could be a guest judge on a show like Face Off.
It’s easy thinking of all the exciting things I could do as a writer, especially as a writer with a level of fame (or infamy, because I could be okay with infamy maybe). However, it’s a different thing altogether to make use of those goals properly. Realistically, and I’ve been told this plenty of times, the odds of me becoming even slightly well-known for my writing aren’t very high. I could very easily just say “The hell with it” and stop writing based on that logic, but I won’t. I can’t, really. I write because it’s something I love to do. I write because when I create worlds, populate them with characters, and set events into motion, I feel better than any other time of the day.
These lofty goals help push me forward, especially on bad days when I feel like I can’t seem to do anything right. The days where I get a critique back and think, “Holy fuck, it’s covered with errors I missed”.
I step back and think about how cool it would be to be on-set of the show I’m working on, or meeting people who are just crazy-excited about the release of my next novel. I use that to my advantage, and I remind myself I need to keep going. I invested enough of myself in writing to see myself through six years of college, and so I can accomplish anything else I put my mind to if I work damn hard.
The thing about being passionate about something and having dreams and goals pertaining to that something is that if those passions and goals are used just right, they can be the driving force that kicks you in the ass to get moving. It got Joshua Harkin and the Wicked Nightmare King from being a bunch of ideas in a notebook to a full first draft in under three months (after countless other months of me shuffling my feet, though).
Tomorrow’s post will deal more with the importance of being passionate about things, and I know that’s a topic I’ve harped on before. For now, I’m just trying to not fall asleep at my keyboard (and, I will concede, play a little WoW before bed).
Eighty-five days remaining.