I was sitting on my bed the other day, messing around with my guitar. I had just found this notebook full of poems, lyrics, and chord progressions from about two years ago. It was long enough for me to forget about it but short enough to remember some of the stuff in it. I came across this saying I was scribbling on everything at the time. "Sugar Stardust Suicide." It was a lyric. I played and played until the whole tune came back to me and sang and sang until the lyrics were improved. Then I found myself wondering, "Where do all of the unmarketable songs go? What happens when a band with a really good song breaks up?"
The same goes for books.
I may not know a lot about the publishing world as I am just an unpublished fledgling of a newb, but I know that luck plays just as much of a role in the business as talent. I can write my little heart out but, if I'm not lucky enough to be in the right place with the right manuscript at the right time, I will never be published. I know this, and I have yet to send a single inquiry.
What if The Best Book of All Time is sitting in someones rejection pile? I mean, I think that I would like to just look through those piles and see if something bites me. I know it would be pointless, that everything happens for a reason but I still think it would be incredibly entertaining.
In completely unrelated news, I've decided to go back to school. I'm hoping to attend Wayne State for the Library Science program in the fall, or maybe summer. I need to do a FAFSA and an app but I'm sure it's in the bag. I've also been informed that I must be a children's librarian and take over for the grand Mrs. C. (the current Queen o' Childrens'). I figure, if I tell everyone, I can't back out.
Today the circ desk, tomorrow the library!!!! Mwahaha!
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