No one will ever accuse me of being decisive.
Even the simple question of what I want for dinner can send me into a mental tailspin. Things to consider: what I’m in the mood for, what I had for lunch, what I had for the dinner the day before, what might be for dinner tomorrow, what other people involved with this dinner have had and what they like, will this be dinner out or dinner at home, how much time do we have for dinner, how much will dinner cost, and what does the person asking hope I will say.
Every once in a while the answer comes to me right away–tacos! Or fried chicken! A big salad! But most of the time I end up throwing a few options back at the person asking (probably the husband) and hope that will lead to someone else deciding.
This means that when I have made up my mind about something, I tend to be very attached to what I’ve decided (some might say stubborn) because it has typically taken me a long time and a lot of inner dialogue to come to that decision.
When I’m in the middle of writing a story, however, I can usually decide things for my characters easily. That isn’t hard. Deciding which story I want to work on is hard. Deciding which story to put out into the world is way harder than deciding what to have for dinner.
I haven’t given up the dream of finding an agent and traditional publisher. That’s the dream! I may be rejected until my dying day, but okay. No one is promised anything in this business, so that’s how it goes.
It’s a lot easier to share art than to share stories. Where do you go to read sorties these days? Bookstores? E-books? Anthologies? Journals? Websites? Something I’m not thinking of? And if you don’t read stories, well…don’t tell me!
But thank you for reading this.