Dreams

Ten years. It took me ten years to complete my first book and publish it. Should it have taken me so long to write it? No, probably not. But it did. And I’m glad it did, for multiple reasons.

When I started writing about Keita, I was sitting at a small foldable table, watching over my parent’s garage sale. I decided I wanted to write a short children’s fairy tale story. A page or two was all I needed.

At this time, I thought I had my whole life sorted out. I had a plan – and I never deviated from my plans. I was engaged. I was going to have two kids and I was going to have them both before I turned thirty. We were going to live in a suburb cookie cutter house. And I was going to be a world famous author.

But, like my life, Keita’s story did not go as planned. I quickly realized that she had a lot more to say than what I could fit into a children’s short story. After that, the other characters expanded the story further, forcing me to consider a trilogy instead of a novel.

Will I become a world famous author? Probably not. But that’s not my goal anymore. I published my book. That in and of itself makes me happy. While I’m terrified of the criticism it will receive by the people who do read it, I’m just glad that I raised enough courage to put my work out there. It feels good to have accomplished that much.

My point in all of this is that we all grow up with a plan based on our dreams and ambitions. School counselors, teachers, and maybe even friends and family may tell you that your dreams are unrealistic and there are too many obstacles in your way. There may be hundreds of obstacles, and it never hurts to have a back up plan, but don’t give up on what you really want to do. It may play out slightly different than what you have pictured in your head, but it is achievable. 

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