03 Aug Bringing the Cheese
I love the Olympics.
Although I think I preferred when it was every 4 years since then it felt a little more special, but that’s another post for another time. Like probably never. But whatever.
Anyway, I just love watching these people achieve their lifelong dreams. I always think wow. Think about how hard they’ve worked for this?? Think about how many times they must have imagined themselves up there on the podium watching their flag rise up while their national anthem is played.
Well, I’ll tell you, it makes me tear up every time.
Except that time when I kept re-watching Ally Raisman’s parents watching her bars routine because man, that was awesome. I’m sure I would be just as twitchy in the same situation.*
But that wasn’t really my point. Although interestingly, kind of.
Of course I am about as removed from the Olympics as one can get.
But I feel like I witness dreams being made on a regular basis. And I feel I play a role in making them happen.
This post is not to overstate or understate the part I play in getting books published. This is not to debate whether you should or shouldn’t have an agent. So I don’t want to go there.
This is just a cheesy post about dreams getting made and whether it’s at the Olympics or getting your book published, well, it makes me cry, dammit.
I’m not here to judge whose dreams are bigger—does it even matter???
Dreams are personal. And I’m proud to have a job where I help other people achieve their dreams.
And yes, sometimes that makes me cry.**
*Draft written before Ally was robbed of her bronze. Tears shed for painful moments too.
**Like when ENDLESSLY, the 3rd book in the Paranormalcy trilogy by NYT bestselling author Kiersten White comes out and you should go buy it right now. Or when IN A FIX by Linda Grimes gets 3 amazing reviews in a matter of weeks from top trade publications. So you should go pre-order that right now.***
***All bragging was done with tears in my eyes. Really. I swear it.