A lot of people always say how there is no such thing as an aspiring writer. Either you’re a writer,
or you’re not. Yoda logic. And maybe that’s true, but you can be a writer and
aspire to something—to be a New York Times Bestseller, to sign with a Big Six
publishing house, to get a great agent, to publish with an indie publisher, to
win an award for your book, to sell so-many books, to self-publish, to finish a
novel, to finish ten novels, to meet Neil Gaiman, to write a character that
readers fall in love with, to have your book turned into a movie, and so on so
forth, etcetera. These are sometimes dreams, sometimes goals, and sometimes
just what if I did such-and-such; wouldn’t
that be cool?—much like winning the lottery or something.
I have several aspirations as a writer. Most are goals. Others
are dreams. And maybe sometime in the future, those dreams will become goals.
Some of these aspirations are big and general and in the distant future, and
others are specific and not so far away. But I do believe that having something
to work toward is a vital part of being a writer. If you never try to be better
or achieve something more, you’ll remain stagnant. And I really hate being
stagnant.