When You Get What You Really, Really, REALLY Want: Then What?

Spoiler: You’re still you and life still goes on

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We humans are creatures of imagination. We can visualize things that don’t exist, whether absurd and impossible, like fairies and unicorns and talking giraffes; or merely aspirational, like, oh, becoming a published writer.

This is a semi-follow-up to my article yesterday, about how there were all these things I thought I wanted to do, but I did other things instead.

The Roads Not Taken

In it, I mention how I deeply, madly, obsessively wanted to get published. Anything, I thought. If I could publish just one short story, it would make all the difference. Just seeing my name in print would make me so happy.

So I worked at it, I worked so hard at it. I wrote, and revised, and submitted, and got rejected.

I worked harder. I revised further, tried new stories, joined a critique group.

Eventually, at long last, I sold a story. I got published.