The day I decided to say - out loud - "I want to be a writer" - I became accountable to my dream.
I am a writer. I write this blog. I write novels. And, I write articles (for which I am actually paid).
Dreams evolve. I am a writer. I want to be an author. I want a publishing company to say they love my MS as much as I do. I want to see it sitting on the shelves at Rainy Day Books. I want to download it to my Nook. I want to hold it in my hands and flip through its pages. I want someone to read it and think Yes! I've thought that/felt that/wondered that.
You know my dream. I just need to make it come true.