Lost in Emotion

Sometimes I'm filled with dual emotions when it comes to my publishing pursuits. On one hand I'm enliven and on the other hand I'm dubious. I feel the excitement coursing through my veins when I see that my short story isn't doing too bad on webook. But then the seeds of doubt start budding every time I open an e-mail politely declining my manuscript or how my story ranks in the triple digits on autonomy. But that's life no matter what vocation you're pursuing. Sometimes you will have doubts and question whether your energy is best suited elsewhere. I have.
But I must keep the faith and continue to believe in this dream I've been dreaming for so long. This eternal flame in my heart eclipses an shadow of doubt.

Bird

The lark has found her song

she has risen from the ashes like a phoenix

leaving behind the old bird

she is a new bird

a starling, darling

perched high

ready to fly

like an eagle

among the clounds

sun dappled wings

the robin is free

she has found her song

Pocketful of Dreams

I walk this concrete jungle with my
dream tucked inside my jean pocket
can I share it with you?
my heart is poetry
iambic beats on the ground
I folded my pocketful of dreams
the prose I compose
never seems good enough
to catch your eyes
words are my soul
can't let the passion perish
these pocketful of dreams
won't be deferred

Three

Well I now have three completed manuscripts. Two are middle-grade fiction and the other is young-adult. All three are fantasy adventures. They're a little under twenty thousand words each. I'm quite proud of what I've been able to muster. As far as sending them out to agents, I dunno. The Strange World of Neve Rimbel hasn't been doing too well.

Of course the first manuscript you write might not led to publication. It might be the third, fourth, tenth. I don't want to give up on this, it's my passion. I know the bar is set pretty high. And the Potter books are the precipice of children's literature. And since so many MG/YA fiction are thick volumes it might be quite hard to sell something that's a little scant.

Writer's Quest

Well, since April is poetry month, here's something I jotted down. Like to hear it here it goes.

Blank page

pen in hand

words spill like blood

across the white canvas

Empire State of Mind

I really love music. And there are some songs that really speak to me, especially when they are about following your dreams or unrequited love. Lately Alicia Keys' Empire State of Mind pt2 is in my head. I know what does that have to do with my literary blogging. Quite a bit. The chorus part really strikes a chord with me. I'ma make it by any means/I've got a pocketful of dreams/baby I'm from New York/concrete jungle where dreams are made of.
I'm not from a big city like New York but my dreams are just as big. Big enough to believe there's space on the bookshelf for my book alongside the Stephine Meyers and J.K. Rowlings of the literary world. I gonna make it by any means despite how daunting and difficult it is to navigate the publishing terrain. The arrows of rejections won't pierce my pride b/c I'm gonna keep writing and polishing my manuscripts. I've got a pocketful of dreams, baby.

Today

Today I mailed the first 30 pages of The Strange World of Neve Rimbel to Bookstop Literary Agency via snail mail. I also sent an e-mail to another agency. So far my manuscript hasn't had the best of luck, but I haven't exhausted my list yet. So I'm ever hopeful.

Of course I'm not resting on my laurels I'm still working on the revisions of my third manuscript, it's called QuestSeekers or I might change it to the Quest or TruthQuest. Anyways, it's about a young prince and three villagers who search for the fountain of truth to clear his name. I know I have to work on the pitch.

Today I learned a new word, insouciant. It means to be calm and carefree. Here's to tomorrow being insouciant.