I've been working on a birthday post, but until that's done, here's one written for the Write on Edge prompt for this week- 'What are your goals and aspirations for your writing?'
"Julie wrote a poem. Would you like to read it?"
These words were music to my ears. My parents, ever the supportive ones, would brag about my writing to friends and family. I would shyly stand by, waiting, hoping, praying that someone would say yes.
From the moment I began writing, I wanted to share it. I never did it just for myself. Like any art, it's meant to be enjoyed, and appreciated. But, unlike other 'art', writing isn't as easy to share. You can't frame it and put it on the wall, or sit down and play it for a crowd. It was always awkward to try and share my gift.
Enter the blogging world. Suddenly, I had people reading what I wrote. And, some of them liked it. It was empowering. As my readership grew, so did my confidence.
My goals and aspirations for my writing? It's the same as it was when I was a child-- to have it read. I have no delusions that everyone will like it. Critics? I'm sure I'll have them. But, as long as there are some who like what I do, that's enough for me.
As for fame and fortune--don't we all dream of that just a little bit, even if just in the backs of our minds? Thinking that maybe, someday...
It isn't my goal though. My goal is to be published. To see my work on a shelf, with cover art on a glossy book jacket, my name emblazoned across the front. I walk through book stores with that dream in mind, seeing myself among the others, knowing I am 'in the club'. I guess it's partly validation. That achievement that says I am good enough. I am talented enough. I really can write.