I write often with this fantasy agent in mind who is well groomed, smart of course and fun. For some reason she reminds me of Carrie in Sex In The City. The next person in my thoughts is my four year old son as I print all my blogs and am compiling them in a folder for him.
Also there is this committee in my head of naysayers and assorted scary critics that are like a status quo squad. My heaven committee is made of more cool and fun folk with lots of good times and flaws. Then there are the real people who read my blogs and I am very appreciative of their traffic.
This is so shallow of me but I want my fantasy agent to know that I am liberal with a practical side. That I am creative and hardworking. I have a feeling that I could write marketable books that are entertaining. I have faith in my own creativity. I am a little afraid of it sometimes. It seems to take over and have a life of it's own. The part I am involved now is obtaining technical skills as a writer. I have passed some milestones as a writer and feel a growing confidence.
Today my son is home with a inflammatory response to a virus and has lots of red spots on his joints and achy feet, poor little guy. Our time spent together is usually he runs around the house while I do chores and we talk and I read to him or we go for walks. Now he is less active. We have a Corgi named Cowboy and a minature Dutch rabbit named Scooter and a parakeet named Cecil visiting.
I have spent a lot on toys lately trying to distract him and I don't really have the extra money. Although that is probally not the Victorian method of child welfare my motto is when in crisis whatever works to get you through the day. And within this little interlude I feel a growing discipline to write and revise. It's neat to wake up to being a writer.