Dear Adam Cole Watchers, Now that I've "committed" to this blog, I'm finding it harder than I thought to write in. Not that I don't have's just nerve-wracking to write them down. I read in Julia Cameron's "Artist's Way", wait...maybe it was Derek Sivers' Blog...that you shouldn't tell people what you're going to do, because it short-circuits the process and gives you a feeling of accomplishment that may prevent you from actually DOING it. So I have to limit myself to telling you what I've already done...okay...tonight I fixes some music files that are going to go in some music related kid books. What are they? Well, I have to submit them first, then I'll tell you all about them. That means I have to finish the files, find some publishers... Argh. See you next time. Love, Adam
Here's the deal. When I die, I don't want to be remembered as the incredible person that nobody ever heard of. I don't want people to find my stories and my books and my songs and say, "Wow, some of these are really good. How come I never heard of him?" I don't know whether my books and stories and plays and songs are any good. What's worse, I don't know if they're worth anything to anyone. When I teach, I can see that I'm making a difference. The kids learn, they like the class, they get excited and perform well. But when I write, I have no idea. I think it's great and everyone hates it. I work on it a lot more until I hate it. Then I either put it away or I send it out and spend months waiting to be ignored. There's no other way, though, is there? This is the process I've ignored for too long. I can't really get away with storing any more nuts for the winter. I have to start submitting. A lot. And not wait to hear back from anyone. So I have this blog. And in this blog I'm going to tell you (whoever you are) what I'm doing, what I hope to do, who told me I suck, who told me they like my stuff. I'm going to share that with you because it's the only way I can keep going now. I can't do this alone anymore. Today I printed out my play and put it in an envelope to send to Playwrights Horizons. They take unsolicited plays, and mine isn't doing anyone any good sitting here. So that's something. If I'm lucky, I'll get some kind of response in 6 months. I also sent a story to Exquisite Corpse, and the first 50 pages of my murder-mystery novel are on an agent's desk somewhere. So usually I sit around and wait for someone to answer me, and then the rejection comes, and I feel like I want to die. But this time I can't wait around anymore. I've got to do what I always said I'd do. I've got to fail bigger. Keep submitting until I drop dead. Submit smarter and then move on. None of this waiting around, looking in the mailbox. You can help me with that. Love, Adam
Hello, Adam Cole watchers. It seems was cool enough to give me a blog option at precisely the moment I wanted to begin a blog. If you're an Adam Cole watcher and you're not subscribed to my mail-list, please subscribe! That way I can send you special notices. In the meantime, keep checking this space for the new developments in Adamcoleland. Your friend, Adam

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