My dream, Take two

My dream of becoming a successful writer is still something of a surprise to me. It amazes me that I have written two books and have started on a third.

But writing is not my only dream. There is one other thing I’ve been hoping for since 2002—winning the lottery.

That dream is not going so well. If it was, I wouldn’t be trying to make a living as a writer.

I’m fairly good at math, and I know what the odds are of winning a major prize in the lottery. Well, the rational part of me knows.

The irrational part buys scratch-off tickets week after week, year after year, sure that any day I’m going to end up with that million dollar win.

If—I mean, when—that happens, very few people will know. I’m not going to be on the news smiling for the camera while holding a big check. There certainly won’t be a blog post about it.

I don’t want unknown or long lost relatives coming out of the woodwork with pressing needs. I’ll share my gains with parents, siblings and a few charities. Once that’s done, the Goodwill Bank of Zanna Johns will be closed!

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My dream, Take one

When I was young and people asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, I really didn’t have a clue.

For a very brief period of time in middle school, I wanted to be a corporate attorney. To this day, I don’t know where I got that foolishness. Maybe I heard the term on some TV show and thought it sounded cool.

Fortunately, that was only a phase and the whole corporate law nonsense passed quickly. I’m not overly fond of attorneys, so it’s hard to fathom that I considered being one, even for a moment.

In high school, I decided I wanted to be a social scientist. I’m not sure how I arrived at that goal either, but it was probably because that one sociology class I took was easier than algebra, physics, chemistry and English.

Basically, I chose a major using the process of elimination. How could that possibly go wrong?

So I went to college and majored in sociology. Graduation day drew near, and I began looking for work. I learned a shocking fact: You can’t get a good research job with just a bachelor’s degree in sociology.

I was a little on the lazy side back then. Rather than apply to colleges that offered a master’s degree in sociology, I got a master’s in counseling at the school I was attending, mainly because the application process was easy since I was already a student there.

Upon completing my master’s degree, I discovered a huge problem with my chosen career path. I didn’t want to spend my days listening to other people’s problems.

I didn’t let that minor detail keep me from getting a job in the counseling field. As you can probably guess, my level of satisfaction with the job wasn’t very high.

Over the years, I moved from one field to another—social services, juvenile justice and adult corrections, with an occasional part-time research job thrown in. I never found that perfect, fulfilling job.

Now, after a couple decades of trial and error with my career, I’m happy to say that I’ve decided what I want to be when I grow up—a successful fiction writer.

While I don’t know how that corporate law thing came about, and the research scientist plan was somewhat of a whim, I’m completely aware of where I got the dream to be a writer.

It was in the fall of 2008. I was lying in bed unable to sleep—as usual. The thought came to me out of nowhere to write about a psychic matchmaker who works out of her friend’s office.

Initially, I blew the writing thing off. I had no desire to write books. When I had to write ten-page papers for class, I went into meltdown mode, knowing I’d get to page six and be out of ideas. How the heck was I going to write an entire book?

Somehow, I got the first draft of Doesn’t Take a Crystal Ball completed. It took about four months…and it was a very long book. I ended up cutting some scenes before posting it online.

I have mostly completed my second e-book, A Psychic Couldn’t See It. The book is available on Amazon, but I’m not entirely satisfied with it.  I’m revising it and hope to get the new version online in March.

I’ve started my third e-book in the series, Visions of Love, and I’m pleased with how it’s going.

While I can’t say that writing is easy for me, it is fun for the most part. I would definitely say I have been bitten by the writing bug, even though the jury’s still out on how good I am at it.

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Living the dream…

Five thousand women flock to this page every day, eager to read my witty words of wisdom.  They make thoughtful comments that inspire and uplift others.

Daily, a hundred of those readers click on the links for my e-books and purchase them on Amazon. They post glowing reviews of my e-books, leading to great sales.

Those things haven’t happened…yet. But they will soon. It’s my dream.

I want to sit at home-or on a balcony overlooking the ocean-writing blog posts that make women think, laugh and feel good. It’s a pretty big goal, but I hate all the negativity I see online. My blog will be a feel-good place.

The same goes for my e-books. I want to write fun books that let women escape from the stress and boredom of everyday life.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not the Pollyanna, do-gooder type. I do want to uplift women. But I also want to make great money as a writer-or at least enough to give up the nine to five gig.

I’m not sure how I’m going to accomplish my dream of being a successful blog and e-book writer, but I have faith that it’ll happen—in spite of the fact that my e-books aren’t exactly setting the world on fire. Or the fact that the only people on my blog are ones who seem to be landing here by accident. They leave so fast, the counter barely has time to add them to my total visitors.

But any day now, thousands of readers will be coming to this page on purpose, and we’re going to have loads of fun discussing everything under the sun.

I’ve already admitted in a previous post that I can occasionally be delusional, but that’s not the case here. I fully expect that one day soon, I will be living my dream!