You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
~ Max Ehrmann, Desiderata
Wow! Six years ago today Dreamspinner Press released my very first published story. It’s hard to believe. Six years ago today! Six years ago today that they took a chance on a brand new author and published my story “Soul of the Mummy,” a romantic tale of time travel, true love, crossing impossible distances, gods and yes, even a mummy.
A lot has happened in six years. I got legally married. I got a new dog. I shed a “best friend” who had turned quite toxic. My mother got remarried in her 80s. I grew spiritually. I had my knees replaced. I got matched up with an editor who “gets” me and has become a dear, dear friend. I started attending the Dreamspinner Press workshops and then Gay Rom Lit and have therefore traveled all over the country including New York City, Chicago, Seattle, Portland, Orlando, Albuquerque, Atlanta, San Francisco and San Diego. I have met countless readers, including “my” readers, and so very, very many of my fellow writers and made so many incredible new friends. I have had a very rough year in there, one of the worst in my life, which coincidentally was the same year that I maintained my 365 Days of Silver blog—where I wrote something positive every single day. A wise friend and teacher said, “Interesting that you did that in such a negative year for you,” and I realized how important it was that I did write that journal. It might just have saved my life.
So much of these six years have been powerful and enlightening and invigorating and transforming and teaching and loving and eye-opening and…and…and…!
And through it all, I wrote wrote wrote and sold sold sold my stories. I was published by Dreamspinner Press, Silver Press, Amber Quill, Torquere and Freaky Fountain Press. Sadly some of those publishers are no longer in business but I am not less proud of any of my stories for that. And each story hones my skills.
My dreams are coming true. And with all that hateful stuff that has happened at my very real Evil Day Job, I am most likely to get fired any day…I know I will be okay! I am writing like crazy again and while it will take a while, those sales will start coming in and I will be a full time writer! I will be doing what I was created to do!
And tell me what could be better than that?
Writing! My dream! I sold my first story just before my fiftieth birthday and in that six years I have had over thirty of my works published—I can’t believe it!—and have a new anthology coming out this month—one I created!—plus three more stories in the editing process—stories already contracted and written already in other words—and I will probably finish another novel this week and am working on my annual Holiday story. Oh! And my words have been translated into German, Italian and Korean! My stories are crossing language barriers. French next? Did I mention I have numerous stories that are now audio books, three of them narrated by the incredibly talented and gorgeous actor Charlie David?
Good God I am blessed!
So bad year? Evil Day Job? I flip my middle finger at you. I am transforming and changing and growing and have all kinds of magick in the works, so much left to do. Aand although sometimes it is not clear with my human eyes, I can know that “no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.”
So bad year? Evil Day Job? I flip my middle finger at you. I am transforming and changing and growing and have all kinds of magick in the works, so much left to do. Aand although sometimes it is not clear with my human eyes, I can know that, no doubt, the Universe is unfolding just as it should.
So Rough Year? So Evil Day Job? I flip my finger at you! To quote Money Python and the Holy Grail, “I don’t want to talk to you no more, you empty-headed animal food trough wiper! I f*rt in your general direction! Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!.” You have no power over me! My dreams are coming true! I am leaping. Nets are appearing everywhere. Fire me! I dare you!
And when I am hanging out in other cities and countries and lounging on beaches being served cocktails by hot little cabana boys in speedos, you will still be caught up in your petty machinations and backstabs and general unhappiness. I know why you hate me. It’s not only because I am living my dream…but it’s because you don’t even know what your dream is.
Dear reader! Pursue your dream! Find it! Don’t let anyone tell you that you can’t achieve it. Leap! The net will appear. It is never too late.