PBW’s talking about wishes today – she’s got a Publishing Fairy Godfather all poised and ready to grant us our wish. So, this morning, I sat here in the quiet of the house (granted, I need to get up at 6am to get any quiet around here lately) and I thought about what I’d post as my wish. And I realize that an old episode of what I think was the Twilight Zone and my overactive imagination and my ability to overthink everything was going to interfere with the wishes.

Here’s what I remember about the episode – it had a few teen-agers who got their wish granted. Their wish? I want my parents to do everything I tell them to do. Sounds like a fantastic deal for them, right? Well, of course, it wasn’t, because the wish-granter majorly screwed them. The parents couldn’t do anything at all until the teens told them to. Which meant they couldn’t just say, cook me dinner, they had to explain it in step-by-step detail.

The moral of the story was, of course, be careful what you wish for, and that’s stuck with me for a long time. Whenever I make a wish, I’m always wary of the consequences.

So, with that in mind, let’s revisit PBW and the Publishing Godfather. My first thought was, of course, a publishing contract. But then I thought, wait, I’ve got to be more specific about that -what kind of contract? With what house? And will it be an on-going, never-ending contract?

Sounded good on the surface, until I started thinking, but what if I got that, and that never-ending contract forced me to write the same type of books over and over? Scratch that.

Then I thought – I’ve got it – give me an editor who loves my work. Perfect. Then I thought, supposed the editor just blindly loved my work to the point where she couldn’t see the problems in the work and I was never able to improved as a writer?

I was then going to wish for, write tons of books, each one better than the last, but really, I can be prolific and I believe that each book I write is better than the last, so that’s kind of the, hard work, need to do that one yourself, kind of thing.

More patience? If I had patience, I don’t think I’d be as far along as I’d be now – because being impatient with myself has helped my writing in a lot of ways. So that’s a no-go wish too.

Supportive, wonderful agent? Check.

Supportive, wonderful crit partners? Check.

Crap – I want that wish. I need that wish. I’m going to have to think about this more, but I’m leaning toward always being able to support myself with writing and still love what I do (most of the time, since I’ve got to have a little realism in with that wish 🙂

Overthink much, Steph?

In the meantime, go share your own publishing wish here.

Steph T.