Dreaming

  I was always dreaming about traveling the Californian Coast, camp at the beach and watch my kids building sandcastles, playing with the waves and scream for joy. In the mean while, Thomas would grill something for me and poor me a glass of wine. My job was to sit there, wait for inspiration to come, and then write or draw a little. And to make a living out of that. Or, to make at least something out of that. I know, who wouldn’t wanna have an office like that. Or a life like that. My kids would also not throw any tantrums, eat everything we cook and sleep the whole night through. I would get so many offers from publishers, that I got to do exactly that what I wanna do, and on top of that, I would become one of the writers from Sesame street.

 Truth is, I really don’t know how to fulfill this dream. I keep sending my work to Sesame street, they keep sending it back (with feedback though, which I really appreciate) and I keep sending my stuff to publishers and they keep telling me to peep off. Now this won’t stop me from doing what I do, cause the most important thing is, I’m enjoying it so much. I am doing it for fun. It fulfills me to create something and if it even only makes one person smile, I consider my job being done. Also, the first camping trips for this year are booked already, for that you don’t need to be a writer or an artist.

 But still, somewhere in the back of my head I hear the voices telling me to keep on trying. You never know. Maybe one day...Maybe one day someone gives me the golden tip, finds an opening for me, or connect me with the right people.

 

Anyone?