Monday, August 23, 2010
What are we looking at, you might ask. It is a wedding cake that looks like a pile of poo. Apparently, one person's disgusting ick is another's way to celebrate. Yet, I can't help but draw a correlation to my current ambition. I. Want. To. Be. Published. Hands down. It is my goal. I'm not going to pretend I write for the art of it, because I have to, or because it's my creative outlet. All of these are true, but the real truth is, I want others to like what I write. No, I want them to love what I write. That's not too much to ask is it?
But no matter how many classes I take, workshops I attend, or critiques I finagle, I still seem to end up with a steaming pile of poo for a manuscript. I have to wonder though, can you make cake out of poo?
Not really, thank goodness, but maybe, if the writing comes out smoothly, and I can accept all the straining when it doesn't (yes, I know what that sounds like), I have a chance to create something to celebrate out of just an inkling of an idea.
Although I have been doing so for awhile now without it, I give my self permission to write crap (you should too), with the idea that a slice of publication cake can be cut from it.
Posted by Cherie Marks at 8/23/2010 08:57:00 PM