A writer writes to eventually have their ramblings/stories/ideas read by more than themselves. After receiving numerous rejections for a story, and researching more, I realized that the line 'publishing is subjective' is a big fat lie.
Agents are looking for something - and they try to tell you what it is - but achieving that 'imagined perfection' is difficult, I'm guessing. In that way publishing is subjective - they're looking at the story wondering if can be sold to a publisher...
but that's really not what I was going to tell you.
In my research, there's a lot of time spent talking about developing your platform - earning an audience before you're published. I'm all for that unless it's annoying. I've someone on my facebook list who became annoying quickly with her platform building.
A blog is one thing that is talked about having...and apparently it's met with approval.
So I thought of this blog. I've thought of those of you who have stuck with me even through my times of silence... I'm not changing a thing. Except maybe the back ground. You know me, Easily distracted.
But one thing I need you to hold me accountable for...if I get too busy talking about writing - would you slap me?? Someone's complaint was that all writer's seem to write about -- writing on their blogs.
Which makes sense when you stop and think about it - you tend to write about what you're passionate about. but here in the Laundry Pile - there's so much to talk about - that it's often difficult to choose just one thing -- so I don't write.
I should stop that.
I just can't see a way to separate the parts of me - the parts of me are entwined here in the Laundry Pile. I can't see a way to separate them from each other. My characters show up when I'm gaming. when I'm working on school with the kids. God talks to me when I'm doing dishes - and inspires me when I'm going about my day. The kids ... well you see? It's all meshed together....
to make me.
So really --- all that rambling that's been pent up inside of me really means nothing is changing.
I just needed to say it out loud.