Writer Dreams and Worthy Things

Do you have a dream?  Of course you do.  Everyone has dreams and I’m not talking about those you get at night when you sleep.  I’m speaking about those things you want – with everything in your heart.  For some, it could be a choice parking spot at work.  Others may want to go on a luxury vacation.  No matter what your dream is, you should work toward it.

I too, have dreams.  I’m living one of them now – I’m a writer.  This was a dream that stretches all the way back to my childhood.  I have always loved reading and wanted to be able to write stories.  Although I have been scribbling short stories, poems and assorted other literary items for years, I never attempted to publish them until I was in my 40’s.  Why?  Because I’m extremely insecure and a horrible introvert.

My biggest fear is that I will make a fool of myself.  I hated being bullied, picked-on, ridiculed and mocked in school. My friends were very few and I didn’t socialize well with others. Even with that personality trait, I still craved acceptance.  One time, I got the nerve up to ask a boy to a school dance.  I was in the 8th grade at the time.  He laughed at me.  Loudly.  I never asked another boy out again and I never attended a single school dance. Avoid the ridicule became my motto. The adult me knows it’s ridiculous to dwell on things in the past, but sometimes we can’t help who we are and what profoundly affects us.

That fear of being mocked has haunted me my entire life.  For some, embarrassment is a just another part of life.  Fall?  Laugh and get up.  Keep going.  For me, it’s a distinct possibility I could die of mortification, which really sucks because I’m about as graceful as a nearsighted rhino on a tightrope. It’s so bad that I can’t even watch television or movies where someone makes a fool of themselves.  I cringe and want to hide under something until it’s over. Made that a blushing, nearsighted rhino on a tightrope sharing space with the dust bunnies under my bed.

Rhino or not, I still have dreams.

Some people talk about their dreams as a “bucket list.”  I’ve seen a few friends share theirs so here’s mine in no particular order.

  1. Write a book and publish it
  2. Be traditionally published
  3. Write 6 books in one year (I’d settle for 5 books and a novella)
  4. Finish a series
  5. Do a book signing
  6. Do a national book signing
  7. Surpass 1000 likes on my author page in facebook
  8. Make it into the top 10 of some list
  9. Become a best seller
  10. Become a best seller for a national list (NYT, USA Today, Etc)
  11. Become an international best seller
  12. See my name when someone gets recommendations for a “new author to try out”
  13. Sell 5,000 copies  of one book in one year
  14. Sell 15,000 copies of any books in one year
  15. Be interviewed by a local news agency
  16. Hire a PA to take care of the business side of  MKC so I can write without stress
  17. Go on a writer’s retreat
  18. Go on a writer’s cruise with my favorite authors (though meeting some of them would probably be that whole rhino thing again.  I fangirl  much too easily!)
  19. Get a recommendation from one of my favorite authors about my stories
  20. Do a collaboration with one of my favorite authors

So there’s the condensed version of my bucket list.  I’ve managed to cross a few off. I have written 8 stories so far in 3 different genres.  I’ve been traditionally published (thank you Melissa Keir and Inkspell Publishing).  Last year I went to a local artist show and had my first book signing. Protecting Joselyn hit number 4 in Amazon Kindle World Romance in June 2019.

That is still a pretty big list to work through.  Thankfully, my wonderful honey has picked up the PA reigns somewhat and is helping me with some of the business side of this.  I’m so grateful for his help and for fixing my website issue yesterday.  I was on the verge of tearing my hair out!!

But I diverge…

So, what’s your dream?  Do you have a bucket list?  I’ve heard a few people talk about being too old to start a new dream.  That’s bull.  I was 45 years old when I wrote and published my first book.  Now, at 50, I’m just starting to get into my stride.  Yes, it’s a long list but it’s not impossible.  One day, I’ll look at it and say – “Hey, I need a new list because this one is realized.”  When that day comes, I’ll keep going.  I add new, bigger and more ambitious items because my dream is worth it.

I’m worth it.

And so are you.



Published by: Melissa Kay Clarke

Melissa was born in Tupelo, Mississippi and raised in a small rural town. She found a love of reading very early and quickly devoured everything she could. In the fourth grade she discovered a multitude of worlds when she received her first library card. Told repeatedly that she had a wonderful imagination, she turned to scribbling her musings and wrote her first novel while in college. It wasn't until after her fortieth birthday that she began to write in earnest. Her first book, Shattered Dreams, was self published and was soon followed by two sequels. Melissa now resides in Meridian, Mississippi with her supportive family - husband Robert and daughter Rebecca, two cats, and a precocious Chihuahua. When she isn't writing, she spends way too much time communicating with her online friends from around the world and feeding her ravenous appetite for the written word. Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Melissakayclarke/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/MelissaKayClark Blog: https://melissakayclarke.wordpress.com/

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2 thoughts on “Writer Dreams and Worthy Things”

    1. Defending Demma was a part of an anthology book – Can’t Buy Me Love. As part of the contract with the publisher, I can’t put it out as its own story until the copyright with them expires next year. I’m sorry for any inconvenience this causes.

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