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Navy ship yard, Boston

Navy ship yard, Boston

Recently, I applied to, and was accepted by a local arts/writing collaborative to attend a workshop for writers aspiring to get their manuscripts published. Sponsored by a Big Name Publishing House and a Big Name organization, the promises of seminars, networking, lunch (catered by a well-liked local restaurant, no less!) and an evening reception filled me with hope. We were a diverse bunch of attendees: all employing various versions of attire, phrase turning and sly references to our publishing goals to gain the attention of the agent, editor and other publishing gatekeepers who were the out-of-town presenters.

For the most part, though, we were warned of the Struggle, the important role of Luck and the almost lottery-like odds of being in the right place at the right time. It sounded a lot like high school, but worse. Still, I jotted down a brief reference to another literary agency, a potential new sales spot for Jack & The Devil Boats and later, made a new friend in the local literary scene. I returned home overwhelmed, yet, not despairing on this new career path. Then, the flu found me. So much for Luck…

Now, recovered and resolved, I’ve edited another chapter for Foolishly Free for your enjoyment. There is a nice bit of News, too. Lastly, I’ve also decided to experiment with this Diary’s format, to allow for comments. Please share your own struggles to get “those” windows open. Looking forward to hearing from you!