Publishing a book is a little like sending your pea green boat out to sea, and you have no idea where it will go. It sails off into the sun and then into the moon. You've hidden pieces of yourself inside that boat, and it's heading to the ends of the Earth. Publishing is like that.
It's also like this. I had a telling dream about publishing once that I have never forgotten.. I dreamed I was a woman who lived in a fishing village. Everyone was heading to edge of sea with their nets to fish, but I remained behind.I was painstakingly tying my own net.
Neighbors would drop by and laugh at me. "You're never going to catch any fish sitting in that house tying a net."
I didn't stop working, but I could hear folks snickering. I felt like the worst kind of fool but kept working.
Years pass. I grow very old. I hobble out of my house with the net I've been working on my whole life. The people of the village come out of their neat little homes, laughing and pointing fingers. I am finally going to toss my net.
I walk to the edge of sea with this fine net balled in my arms. I toss it into the air. It furls out and furls. It billows into the sky. It's so large it captures the whole world.
This is my dream. This is my hope for my work.
Follow your creative muse and do something amazing. I will be back next week with more of my Book Birthday month.