I had another respite of coffee-induced euphoric writing today. My wonderful hubby yet again had some bonding time with our little one while I meandered off to the coffee shop to write.
Again, I had a very fabulous, productive two hours. Ten days work today! No joke! I love it. The writing flowed from my fingers like water from a faucet. I can't believe how easy it felt. I love days like that.
I thought of something when I left though, that I thought I would talk about: What makes a writer successful? Is it skill? Gumption? Motivation? Determination? Networking? What? It scares me not a little to think that I will write and write and write just to end up with cds and pages of work that no one will ever see but the editors that send me rejections. I try not to think that way. I do write for the sheer joy it brings me, but I also want to think that someday I will share that with an audience. Again, I shift to the subject of Harry Potter....
To say I want to be J K Rowling is almost a needless statement. Who doesn't? Even non-writers want to be her! Her success is phenomenal. But, I say this not for her success (I'm serious, though it is a nice dream) but for what she has managed to produce. There haven't been too many books in my life that I mourned the end of. I did with the Harry Potter books. When I finished the last book, I was very sad. I wasn't sad due to story or things that happened or didn't happen. I was sad because it was like losing a friend. There will be no more books (and good for her, btw) and that is how I lose a friend. I know of the journey of Harry Potter and I can re-read it, but that journey has come to an end. Its hard to explain that to someone who doesn't love reading (passionately love!), but that's the truth. I feel like I'm in mourning because its all over. I have to say that I didn't want to read the last book. And once I started it, I didn't want to finish it as if not finishing it would hold the adventures forever in limbo...forever continuing.
I want to have my writing become that for someone. I want someone to read a story I've written and not want it to end; to be sad that it must end. I don't mean that as I want to cause someone pain, but I want to be able to impart such a big piece of myself onto someone that they feel as though they belong to the story and it belongs to them. Its a heady notion, let me tell you. Its just such an amazing thought to think that I could give someone else such a feeling. I only hope I can grow into such a role.