When I was a kid, I couldn't pass a mall fountain without tossing a penny into the bubbling, chlorinated waters. Perhaps it was the novelity of seeing a fountain with sparkling pennies at the bottom. Or just the novelty of going to a mall. I still don't frequent shopping malls. I'm not a fan of rude crowds of people, elbowing their way through others just to get another peice of junk that will likely be forgotten in another month or two. But when I was younger, shopping malls were amazing things. All those stores in one place! And all those opportunities to make wishes. I was convinced those wishes would come true. Come on! I paid a whole penny for it, something had to happen, right?
I'm no longer a kid (well, not on the outside, anyway), but I do still believe in wishes. Sure I know all the psycho babble of making goals and not just dreaming because goals have foundations and dreams do not. Yes, yes, this I understand. There's something magical, however, about wishes. Something that goal sheet or a business plan just can't conjure up. In all their practicality and work now ethic, they just can't touch the feeling I get when I step outside on a crisp winter's night, wink back at the stars and make a few dozen wishes.
We all have wishes, especially as writers. We wish we'd get published, we wish our dream agent would call. We wish that character would stop hiding behind the gardenias and take their beating like a man!
I wish for an agent I can work with for a lifetime (or at least the lifetime of a couple of series).
One that will care about my work as passionately as I do, who will help guide me to the right editor and publishing house that will benefit us both.
I wish for a publishing house that will actually care about my work, not just another sale or numbers in a big, black book.
I wish for my books to be given wings, to fly around the world and touch the hearts and imaginations of millions.
I wish that a child, aching from loneliness, will pick up one of my stories and realize they aren't so different after all.
I wish for days when I can get up, putter about on line, make a pot of coffee, and wander up to my writing room where I'll stay for a good four hours working on my latest novel.
I wish for a career as endearing and prolific as Debbie Macomber, Susan Whittig Albert, Laura Childs, Madeleine L'Engle and Beatrix Potter.
What do you wish for?