the waiting

My manuscript is out there with the people it needs to be — my cover artist, my book’s lay-out artist, and the writer who I have asked to do the foreword. I’ve done all that I can for the book now and it’s out of my hands. I’m just waiting for it to be finished and when it is done, it will be back in my court for its release.

I’m excited and scared. And that’s good, I think.

But I’m not wasting the time idly. I have been lazing away and watching movies and my television shows but I’ve been busy too. I’m collating new material for my second collection. There are many poems that I did not include in my first collection. They did not work well with the others and they did not seem to work in the narrative I ended up telling in my first collection. So I still have quite a few left over.

But what I want for the second collection is to make a whole batch of new poems as well. Poems that will never see the light of day until the book comes out. I’m being a little bit more private with the new work. I’m going to let them stay longer in the womb before letting them out. I think that would be good for them too.

I am also working on a new writing project with a good friend and it’s exciting for me because it is a form I have never explored before. And it’s a fully creative project between two artists, we aren’t thinking about money or fame or glory. It’s just about two guys with a fantastic idea and we are building it to the point where it becomes the best that it can be and we’ll put it out into the world and hope for the best. It was born from an idea and we are just building and building on it without thought of how it will be perceived or how much money it will make. We just have something to say and we want to say it.

That’s a good place to be in as a creative individual. I love it. This is the life I’ve always wanted to lead. I just wanted to write stories (and now poems) and live on those creations and it’s all about what I want to say and not what other people want me to sell.

I’ve been working for other people most of my life. And most of the time, I had to force myself into a project and find something in it that I can enjoy doing and, in hindsight, it was forced. It wasn’t something I really, truly liked or believe in.

And now that I am older, I just can’t do it anymore. I can’t write with the objective of selling something — a lifestyle, a product, a brand — anymore. I want to write things that will make people feel and/or think. That’s where I am right now.

And so now I am waiting. Waiting for my book to finish so I can put it out there. That’s where I am right now.

 

2 thoughts on “the waiting

  1. There is a sense on constancy to waiting. It seems that much of life is simply a process of waiting for the next thing to come along, waiting for time to pass, waiting for something better to come along. But the best part about waiting is knowing that there is something WORTH waiting for. If there wasn’t, it wouldn’t be waiting. It would be wasting 🙂

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