It seems that I haven't been the only one feeling a little let down this January. My hubby is heading off for a five day golf trip with the boys. To California. Where the sun shines. And I'm going to work and try to finish my WIP.
So as I was laying in bed, coughing, mad that I'm coughing instead of sleeping, I got thinking about how my life could look different. Understand that I'm very aware of the statistics with writers, that if I'm comparing my paycheck between my teaching job and what I will probably make writing, neither is going to make Forbes, but I'm a writer and have a vivid imagination, so I started day (night?) dreaming.
What if I got an awesome agent who read my book and laughed and cried and had to call me too late one night to tell me how well I'd nailed it? What if that agent then called me again later, saying her editor friends at all the amazing places had the same reaction? What if I sold my book and the money situation let me decide whether or not I wanted to keep my current job?
Good place to start - right? I mean, all the positive, motivational speaker type people out there say that we have to imagine our dreams before they can become a reality.
So I'm not going to stop there.
What if I ended up having the money to turn the crap shed in my back yard into a pretty little writer's piece of heaven? With red walls, and a red and white damask writing chair. And a little fireplace. And a small fridge full of Diet Coke.
What if I got to meet people from around the country at writing conferences and book signings? What if I had to stress over what I'd look like because someone wanted to put me and my book on TV?
These aren't the reasons I write. I write because I love it, because I have characters in my mind who have a story to tell and because it has allowed me to find my sanity.
But what if I got even one of these what ifs?
What are your what ifs? What are the dreams you let yourself have that are maybe just a little to big? What are you doing today to grow into them?