Thoughts about the future

My daughter, a friend of mine and I went to a getting motivated seminar on Monday that was surprisingly really good. I wasn’t going to go at first, but then my friend dangled free tickets in front of my face and I couldn’t refuse.

There were quite a few celebrity speakers and all of them had the same point. Follow through. Do something. Don’t just sit on your idea and let years and years go by thinking would’ve, should’ve, could’ve.

When I started writing I did it for me. Now I would like nothing more than to see my work published. Not for the money; for the sake of having it read. Would’ve, should’ve, could’ve.

I’ve sent out my first round of queries to some agents and have the full with one, but something inside me doesn’t feel satisfied with the status quo. I’m afraid that once agents and editors get their hands on my work they’ll try to change it, censor it. So I started thinking about doing it myself. Not just self-publishing, but actually starting a publishing company. I mean they all started somewhere, right? Would’ve should’ve, could’ve.

What would that be like?

I think I might.

Looking in a mirror

Trust

How many hours do you need to spend with someone before you trust them? Or is it the quality of the time that really counts? One month- Two?

What about five years of a deep nurturing relationship? Then would you trust someone?

Pardon my vent, but my five year old has a sliver in her big toe and she absolutely refuses to have me look at it, even though I’ve taken slivers out before, even though I’m a nurse, even though I’m her mother.

She’s crawled up in a corner, convinced that this time will be different.  There is no way I can handle this sliver.

Sounds a little bit like me.