But I want to be a Writer. I want to write regularly in a disciplined way, because I have a deadline. I want editors breathing down my neck. I want loyal readers. I want to hold in my hand the finished work and know that it's in the hand of (at least) hundreds of other readers at the same time.
Well, peoples. The day has come. I am going to be a writer on the E-zine Blissfully Domestic, writing for their channel, Inspired Bliss. The site is under construction currently, pending the re-release coming soon. Now I realize that I'm blowing this a little out of proportion. There's no salary, no physical publication, and I'm a contributor, not the sole author. But there's an editor! And deadlines! It's close enough for nuts, as far as I'm concerned. And I am thrilled to pieces!!!!!!!!!!!!! (see all those exclamation points?)
The only sadness mixed in with this sense of surreal exhilaration is that my dear Grandfather, Jerome Cunningham, is not around for me to call and gloat with. You see, Papa Jerry has been one of my biggest cheerleaders for twenty years, when it comes to my writing. He's read pretty much everything I've ever written. He encouraged me to keep on sending in submissions, to ignore the rejection slips because "Someday you'll get in...someday". Every time I saw him he'd ask "So... gotten anything published lately?" He and my grandmother are prolific writers themselves and have tons of journals and poems that will be a treasure to those of us in the following generations. This dear man never doubted that some day, some editor, somewhere would see the value he saw.
So, Papa Jerry, this one's for you!