There have been several mornings, and even more nights, that I wish I liked coffee. Then I could stand in line at a Starbucks before the break of dawn instead of lumbering through the airport like a semi-business-like zombie woman. But, in all honesty, I hate that stuff. Can’t stand coffee – vomited a little just thinking about it. I feel like the amount of caffeine shot into my gut would be useful, especially when I look at the comments on the side of my manuscript that I just received back from an editor.
When I received my manuscript back today, I felt the same way I feel every time I walk into a store full of purses. My heart thumps erratically in my chest, a smile breaks out on my face, my palms feels a little tingly, and I can’t wait to see what’s inside. Yep, same thing happened as I waited for the document to pull up.
Finally, after what felt like FOREVER, it opened and I started pouring over the pages, reading the feedback. I believe constructive criticism is important, honest feedback is important, because I want to grow. I want to get better. I want to create amazing, meaningful stories that will touch the minds of our youth. I want my stories to be friends to those kids who are friendless as they navigate through an awkward phase in their life. I’ve been there. Buh-lieve me, definitely been there.
Caffeine would be great because I know how I am. I want to sit down at a computer, pour over the comments, let it sink in, then delve right into fleshing out the scenes and characters that need a little more zing, a little more clarity. You see, inside me, there’s this burning desire to write really cool stories, build worlds, and create creatures that will pop off the pages. I think it would be ridiculously cool to see kids reading my books. That’s my dream. That’s what I’m fighting for. Maybe it will never happen, but I know that if I don’t try, then it never will happen. At the end of my life, regardless of what happens, I will know that I chased my dream, gave it my all, and I can live with it.
So for all you dreamers, go-getters, and amazing people, I’m cheering each and every single one of you on. May you make it through sleepless nights with caffeine pumping through your veins, keeping you marching on after your normal 9-5 job.