Coming into 2020, I had my own vision of what I wanted as a writer -- to be traditionally published.
I write a lot of things: poetry, book reviews, essays, travel articles...
But, if I had to choose one thing I LOVE to write, it'd be stories -- thoroughly developed imaginative fiction. And I have a dream of being published (preferably traditional publishing) as a YA author. And for a while, that's all it was. That was the end goal. But for some reason it felt a little hollow. Selfish.
Would I love to see my titles on the spines of books in Barnes &Nobles?
Would I love to search my pen name on Google and see the title author next to it?
Would I love to collaborate with artists and create an anime-style adaptation of my work??
OF COURSE! AB-SOUL-UTELY!
BUT...But...I've come to realize the fulfillment of creativity doesn't lie in the circulation of my work. The attention my name garners. The life I breathe into my craft. It lies in the breath of those who pick up my story. In the hands of those who read my words. The eyes that examine my work.
The minds I can impact.
So, my purpose is bigger than being published. It's finding a way to use my writing -- my gift -- my imagination -- to support, collaborate, and inspire.
I'm moving through 2020 having faith, meditating, and writing with the hope that I'll see the God-given vision clearly. I have big dreams, as do many people, so I'm going forward to make the dreams of many come true one word -- one story -- at a time.