On and off this summer, I’ve been reading two books. One is The Secret, an interesting book focusing on how the power of direct, intentional thought can bring things into your life. The other is The Circle, which is a more detailed interpretation of the same theory.
I’ve always held the belief that intentionally visualizing something in your life will bring things to fruition in your life in due time. Now, before you think I’m visualizing holding a million dollars and lifetime Ohio State football tickets in my hand (hey, this is MY visualization), I don’t think it just *poof* magically appears. I believe you still have to work for it, but if you just take the time to notice things around you, to become aware of your surroundings, you just might get a little something to help you or point you in the right direction.
Some of my friends ascribe to this thought to some degree, some think I’m crazy. (a little from column A, a little from b…). More than once, this theory has come into play in different ways, this last time (today) in direct relation to my writing. So in case you don’t believe me…
I was contemplating how I really am missing writing nonfiction and freelancing for magazines right now. (Writing begets writing, remember?). One area I’ve wanted to get into is using my background in language acquisition to help inform school administration. As luck had it, I visited a school this week and while waiting for a meeting with the principal, found a brand new issue of an administrative magazine on the waiting table. Checked their website on a whim and found they were looking for new writers. Called up the editor to ask about their editorial calendar yesterday and had a very nice conversation so hopefully she’ll remember my submission.
Problem was, I didn’t have any ideas (at the time). They’re looking for more local and state level type stories, and I was stuck more in the mode of teaching strategies. I gave up on the idea mill this morning while at a meeting and thought I’d get back to it when I got home.
When I least expected it (as I discussed lunch with the girls in the office), I found I’d been invited to a meeting I hadn’t known about. I wasn’t too thrilled but went anyway…only to be presented with a district-level story so amazing I outlined an entire article five minutes after the meeting ended.
I missed lunch but remembered one of the unwritten rules of being an author: keep the faith. If you wish it long enough, it will come…now if only the assignment from the editor would come I’d be all set!
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