Friday, March 8, 2013

Dreaming Big

By Susan

On Wednesday of this week, a good friend posted on Facebook about dreaming big. She wrote a great status update about her father's influence on her life and how we often forget that their big dreams for us used to be ours too, and how important it is to continue reaching.

As I read the update, I was on an Amtrak train from New York City to Boston, where I am now, for the Association of Writers and Writing Programs annual conference. I couldn't help but think about my own big dreams and the reality of the week I am experiencing right now.

I flew in to New York on Tuesday to meet with my agent and her assistant for lunch. I met them at Writers House and beyond the initial giddiness of meeting them in person, I was also quickly impressed with the calibre of agents within the walls of Writers House. I didn't have to remind myself to be incredibly thankful that my agent 1) actually read my query, 2) actually requested a full manuscript, 3) actually read said manuscript, 4) called me before she even finished reading it to offer representation, and 5) stood by me and became my biggest fan while I took on a year's worth of revisions that became an actual rewrite.

We left Writers House and went to eat at Maysville, a bourbon-themed restaurant right next to her office (coincidentally named for a town 30 minutes from my Kentucky hometown,) and we proceeded to have a two-hour lunch. I was thankful that we were joined by her assistant--who I highly suspect had a lot to do with helping my query letter and manuscript make it into my agent's hands--and we talked and laughed and became friends over the course of oysters and chocolate cake and a celebratory glass of bourbon.

I couldn't help but be struck by my own paralysis--not that long ago--at the thought of sending a query letter to an actual agent. What if I had never sent her the letter? After all, I'd had so many fears! That 1) she was out of my league, 2) my manuscript really sucked, after all, and 3) I was faking it and had no idea what I was doing. I was reminded again to continue dreaming big.

After another meeting Tuesday night with the freelance editor who prompted me to rewrite the novel, I settled in for the night in a trendy boutique hotel in New York's Flower District. The next morning, I headed for Boston.

Heading for Boston by myself on a train wasn't something I'd ever envisioned myself doing. Yet this conference, I'd heard, would be swarming with novelists and agents and editors, as well as educators and poets and writers like me--a person with a manuscript under her arm who's dreaming big. And it has been absolutely that--there are 12,000 writers here. Over 720 vendors and booths on two spacious showroom floors. There are Pulitzer Prize-winning poets presenting, and authors like Alice Hoffman and Don Delillo and Cheryl Strayed are wandering the halls with the rest of us.

For a writer, this conference is Literary FanGirl Heaven. And although I've seen lots of famous writers, I haven't actually met any. I'm wandering like the newbie that I am--wishing I'd taken my writing seriously when I was twenty instead of forty, wishing I'd gotten that MFA, wishing I was somehow up to the challenge of being a real writer. And then I realized that without dreaming big, I wouldn't even be where I am at this very moment. I wouldn't have gotten on a plane by myself to New York, or taken a train to Boston. Truthfully? I wouldn't have finished the manuscript, either--because that in itself was beyond my reach a few years ago.

Yet here I am. If I look up from my computer screen, I am surrounded by writers. Some look no older than teenagers, and some are clearly well-into their 80s (like last night's keynote speaker, poet Derek Wallcott, who is 83 and incredible.) And even though I've not met anyone famous, nor have I hobnobbed with the next big thing, I know one thing for sure. I'm surrounded by people who take their words seriously enough to show up and engage with other writers. And collectively, we're all somehow following our dreams--whether it's to teach a college class, or write a poem or a novel, or to pursue an MFA.

And it's a good place to be.

10 comments:

  1. Very inspiring. Enjoy the conference! After all, your big dreams carried you there. :-)

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    1. Thank you, Vaughn! It seems that every little dream feeds into the big dream... maybe that's what I should have said in this post. We have to dream small, too, in order to reach the big dreams!

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  2. Everytime I read something you've written I feel like I can hear your voice reading the words outloud. very sincere and comforting quality - keep being fabulous :)

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  3. Jennifer Hammel09 March, 2013

    I agree with Devin. Your sweet southern voice comes through so clearly in this blog -- as if you're speaking the words out loud. So proud of you sis!

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  4. Kudos for dreaming big, Susan! Have a wonderful time.

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  5. Devin! I miss you. Thank you so much for saying this. YOU are fabulous, you know. And Jen and Cindy, thanks so much. It's been scary. And fun. And frankly, EMPOWERING to do the work that make dreams closer to reality.

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  6. So wonderful, Susan! I remember a train journey almost two decades ago-- full of adventure and exploration and more than one discussion about big dreams. I'm so thankful to still call you my friend, and I am so proud of you!

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    1. Thank you, my sweet friend. And if I remember correctly, that train ride was OVER 20 years ago, somewhere between Lucerne and Strasbourg.... What a wonderful conversation. I've never forgotten it, either! I love you dearly, Mel!

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  7. I can't wait to read that book of yours!

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