Odilia Rivera Santos
On small potatoes and other minutiae. Today was a long productive day, and despite the fact I didn't win the lottery, there was some measure of success if you measure success in terms of both material and spiritual progress. When you meet creative types, you'll find they are always at the beginning, middle or end of a project - always working toward the same end: to have a completed piece of work.
I self-published Latinalogue, a short collection of nonfiction essays and found the marketing a tad dull. I might become re-energized about the marketing thing, but at the moment, I prefer to continue writing, accumulating plays, essays and a lot of monologues, which I find very entertaining to write. When you attempt to handle all aspects of getting writing out into the world, you discover those things requiring superhuman effort due to their being a true source of misery.
I have decided to hand over plays and monologues to whomever would be interested in staging them.
Today, I thought about sunshine, coconut water and sand between my toes and how grateful I am to not need constant reassurance of my abilities as a writer.
The truth is that we are surrounded by abundance and a potential audience, and the harmonic convergence of these elements -- art, audience and money -- isn't just a matter of mechanics. There is also the magical thread of synchronicity..
I am working on a collection of essays about work entitled Work Chronicles to be published as an e-book on Smashwords in November; in the meantime, you can check out my creative nonfiction essays Latinalogue Puerto Rican Nonfiction Part I and Latinalogue Puerto Rican Nonfiction Part II: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/69697
Writers, be careful not to die of exposure.