Going to Nationals leaves me with a lot of feelings to sort out. I’ve just spent a week rubbing elbows (and getting hugs) from New York Times best-selling authors and writers who are just starting on their journey to publication. Excitement permeated the air. Optimism reigned. I watched those seeking the ears of prospective agents and editors nervously pace while practicing their pitches. I listened to seasoned writers discuss the changes in the industry and how it will affect them.
I congratulated winners and consoled those who didn’t receive the award they’d come close to winning. I celebrated good news and commiserated over bad.
When I got home and finally had a chance to clear out my inbox, the Universe had dropped this little gem into my lap.
Big dreams come true, Silver, as easily as little ones.
Rich dreams come true as easily as poor ones.
Friendly dreams come true as easily as lonely ones.
And you and I will be together, until the end of time.
P.S. It’s not the size of the manifestation that matters, Silver, but the size of the dream. And I got you, babe.
The main thing I learned at RWA13 was to dream big. So that’s what I’m going to do. I plan to work hard, but as my dad often reminded, I will set aside some dreaming time–to dream big, dream rich, and dream friendly. And I will sing both parts of the Sonny and Cher song at the top of my lungs. Because I can.
What’s your big, rich, friendly dream? Besides not having to listen to me sing… 😉