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Okay, I’ve had it. I’m tired of people not taking me serious about my writing. I am trying to get published. I write everyday for as long as the muse allows. I read articles upon articles on writing, attend writng conferences, etc...ad nausium.
I have a place to write with a computer on a wonderfully cluttered desk covered with notes, dictionaries, thesaurus. My printer is busy printing off queries, articles, and manuscripts. So, why oh why, can’t people take me serious?
“Come over. You’re not doing anything”…
“Come pick me up. You’re not doing anything”…
“You’re home all the time. Just call. You’re got doing anything.”
Arrrrugh! I am too doing something! I’m trying to achieve a dream that at times seems so impossible. I want to scream, pound fists, or cry. Why don’t they understand or believe me? Sure they say, go for it and then ask me to stop the presses to fetch their laundry. “You can do it. But first, will you…”
But then I thought just how seriously do I take myself? How determined am I to make this dream come true? Yes, I want to help family and friends, to feel needed, helpful, and important. Yes, I want to do lunch. Yes, I want to escape and go shopping. Yes, I want to help, but I can’t just take off work and go do this or that. I’m working just like everyone else who has a boss. The problem is I am the boss. It’s up to me to say no. ‘That’s the rub.’
So, once I take myself seriously and make it obvious to everyone else…maybe oh maybe, they will believe me. Maybe they will begin to see that I am ‘on the job’ working. Maybe then, they will understand my incessant chatter is work related and not grin patiently at me. Maybe then, they will begin to see that they can help make my dream come true. We have to believe in and stand up for our dreams and we can turn these impeding obstacles into understanding cheerleaders. (printed in MARA newsletter)
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