As a child, I was an avid reader, reading most novels in the local library. It is out of that experience that the dream arose that I would someday be a writer, a published writer, the writer of a novel. Over six months in 2008-2009, I did write a novel. I found it to be a very solitary and somewhat lonely activity. I am no longer sure that is how I want to spend all my time.
I said in my blog a few days ago that "all my dreams have come true." Most have, for sure. But I am discovering that dreams evolve; they do not necessarily take the shape or form you might have first envisioned.
Like most women, I dream of being slender, which I am not. That dream has not been fully realized (though there is always hope). As I age, I would gladly give up my size eight dream any day to be healthy and disease free. There is nothing better than that, and I am grateful for very good health, at least so far!
And as for "being published", for a long time, I have had an audience, hearers, or readers. When I preach, there are always people there to hear my sermons. Sermons have been printed, taped and shared, uploaded onto the internet, read and heard. That is the same end goal as being published.
Now, I share my thoughts daily and some people actually do read them. I could never have imagined having so much fun! It is infinitely better than writing a novel!
All I have to do is to press the button that says "publish" and away it goes.
Dream in a different form, but same dream, nonetheless!
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