Not that long ago, a friend and I were talking about the hellacious road to publishing. There comes a time when you realize the only thing you can control is the stories that come out of you. Not what agents/editors are looking for or the market.
Whenever I think about the blood, sweat, and truckload of tears that come with this business, I have to wonder why I put myself through it. It’s for the love of a good story, since Hollywood ain’t cuttin’ it.
When I get into a funk, the first image that comes to mind is a good, old-fashioned campfire with about a dozen people sitting around and telling ghost stories. With all of the conferences out there, either I’ve missed it or nobody has come up with a Campfire Conference for both writers and readers alike. We could all sit down with a our favorite author(s) around a particular genre campfire and tell stories. It doesn’t have to be perfect. We can even reminisce about the stories we heard way back when or ask questions. Of course, you know which ghostly campfire I’ll be sitting at. 😈
This vision brings me out of my funk. It’s not a cure-all, but it helps me refocus on why I put myself through this. It’s the thrill of a an exciting story, fresh ideas, and unlocking my imagination after a long day at work. It helps me get back to where I need to be mentally and lightens the load I’ve placed on my shoulders to get published by NY or die trying.
I can’t begin to tell you how much my campfire vision has set me straight about my writing career and where I want it to go. Don’t get me wrong because NY is still in the cards. Whether or not the universe thinks so is anyone’s guess. I got into writing for personal thrill and chills. Doggone it, that’s what I’m going to focus on from here on out. My thrills and chills. Everyone has to take a back seat.
How has your mindset changed toward writing these days?