Wow, it is 2012! What happened to 2011? Well, Happy New Year to you, my dear readers. After the hustle and bustle of the holiday season, it’s time to take a deep breath and have a look at my goals for the coming year. Deep sigh. Ok, so … I haven’t written a single word in a month. What’s up with that? (Cheeks burning as deep feelings of shame and embarrassment flood me). I find myself sitting now at the computer, looking at a blank screen. And, I got nothin’! When suddenely, an unexpected visitor arrives. The dreaded doubt monster creeps up behind me and I feel the chill of his frosty breath upon my neck as he peers over my shoulder. I can almost hear the rumble of his laughter as he stares at the blank screen on my laptop. “You’re joking … right? You really think you’re ever going to be a writer?” He hisses in my ear. “I am a writer … see … I’m writing. Actual sentences are appearing on the screen,” my mind screams in reply as my fingers rush across the keyboard. Help! I’m under attack and he seems larger than I remember him being last time I saw him. Yes, here we are at the start of 2012 and after only a few short weeks of not writing, the dreaded doubt monster has taken up residence in my head.
I pace back and forth trying to come up with a viable plot line and characters that will make that story come to life. Still nothin’. The monster’s laughter fills my head. “I’ll fix you, you … you Monster, you. I’m going to submit one of my novels to a publisher.” I sneer at him as he rolls around on the floor, laughing his butt off. As I press “Send” I glance in his direction and he’s not laughing. In fact, he looks smaller than I remember him being the last time I saw him. Is that a flicker of fear in his eye? Is the corner of his lip quivering … could he be … afraid?
As I press “Send” again, his laughter has diminished to a whimper and turns to silence. The room is filled with the sound of computer keys clicking away as words appear in rapid fire across the screen. Again, I press “Send” and when I turn in his direction, I find … he’s gone. He’s taken his miserable self off to haunt someone else; someone who believes his every word and doesn’t have the courage to hit “send” and submit their work to a publisher, agent or editor.
Now, where was I before that evil beast crept into my world? Oh yes, 2012 goals. Perhaps since I have submitted to five or six publishers in order to vanquish that dreaded doubt monster, I just might manage to get published! Yes, I’m going to move forward as if I knew I could not fail. Someone once told me, “Shoot for the moon. If you don’t make it to the moon, you will still land among the stars.” In my thinking, that’s not such a bad place to be.