Dreaming is believing

Wow, things can change so fast in the blink of an eye.

Here I sit, a graduate of a really tough program and a writing contract in my hands. Of course the contract is signed and ready to be returned. No way in hell I'm turning down that opportunity. That's right (or write depending on how you look at it), I am now a writer for Red Hot Publishing. It's still shocking to say it, the idea that someone found my work not only enjoyable, but marketable. Hallelujah.

Still no ultrasound job offers on the horizon, so for now I still sit at my helltel and work on writing. It's a lot more work than I thought. My brain can churn out sentence upon sentence, fantasy upon fantasy... then reality hits. Editing. Gah. Nothing like having it picked apart at least ten times before it's finally ready.

A lot of my work is half-completed and just awaits the touch of a critical eye. However, starting a collaborative writing series with my friend and fellow author, Danielle Gavan is a bit unnerving. If you haven't read her stuff, find it - It's amazing! The sheer amount of work that goes into planning a series is mind boggling. And I have no doubt that I'll find an email asking why I was writing in my blog instead of writing on the series.

Simple answer - Fear. More in depth - I feel like I'm a rookie up against seasoned pros. It's baffling how many words that woman can put down in a single day. And her organization skills, wow. Anyone who thought I was anally organized should meet the friend I affectionately call D. That girl could organize me into a ball of jelly crying in a corner.

Still, who better to have for a mentor in this crazy new frontier. (love you D)

Again, here I sit thinking about how far my life has come. Two dreams realized in the space of a few days, both with lots of work attributed to them. The question remains, which path will be the one that satisfies me most? I refuse to think about it. With a fever that Scarlett would find amazing, I bury my nose in my work and think "Tomorrow is another day".

So, with a little trepidation, I pull up my anchor and turn off my motor. I retract my sails and decide to see where the drift takes me... all while praying for some tropical paradise and not The Island of Doctor Moreau.

Wish me luck.

Drifting away...
Jennifer