Hi folks, one month of 2011 has raced past. Another month, another gift. To me everyday is a gift. I used to write about wobbling eggs. Wobbling eggs were books that had made their way into the hands of some agent or editor. I felt this sense that my book had become a baby chick about break out of it's egg. Those wobbling eggs did lead to some success, and I'm grateful for the beautiful books sitting on my shelf. But let me tell you something, there is a joy in this work. Joy bubbles up as I shape and reshape my writing, learn the craft of writing, and actually do the work.
I have something to say and yearn for folks to connect with my work. I had this brilliant experience of taking in pages in for critique. I'm in the Best Little Critique Group in Texas. It has two members -- me and Kathy Whitehead. She read my current pages and gave the best critique ever. She cried and unlike me, who am a watering pot, she rarely cries. That moment made me know I've got a whole flat of wobbling eggs. The chicks are ready to hatch.
Keep working, folks. Let that yearning to have your work out there fuel your drive to create works that will last for generations. Quiet all the noise, the hype, the hunger, and channel all that energy into writing your best book. This takes a special kind of confidence. Think about a doctor who cuts into someone's chest and pulls out their heart and puts in a new one. You'd want someone confident, someone who knows what they were doing to perform heart surgery. Our words inscribe on the hearts of our readers. I'll tell you of the story of writer who saved me sometime. Do what ever it takes to write your best book.
We are creating the warp threads of the fabric of our times.Respect the depths of this work. Seize the day. See you back next week folks.
Eyes are the window of the soul. My doodle this week is a "A Face Study".
Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dream. Paulo Coelho