4/28/2007

A Lesson in Waiting

I love football, but I’m not so into it that I would sit and watch the NFL draft show on ESPN.

Until now.

My husband and boys had it on. I got hooked watching the drama unfold around Notre Dame quarterback Brady Quinn. Good athlete. Strong leader. Cute guy.

He didn’t go first. Or second. Or third. Then they thought he’d go ninth. No dice. Now he’s waiting through teams that don’t need quarterbacks. Twenty-one picks have come and gone. Brady’s showed poise beyond his 22 years as he has talked to media amidst his disappointed expectations.

And it occurred to me how much this mirrors the literary world.

Hang with me, now. Teams are like publishing houses and agents, all looking to fill a specific need to fit their game plan. The college players are like a group of unpublished authors who have perfected their craft but haven’t made it to the big game yet. Each is talented, but each plays a different role, produces a certain genre, etc.

So often a very talented writer has to sit and wait while others receive contracts ahead of him, sometimes with no real explanation why that writer’s work wasn’t chosen.

While Brady Quinn waits, I can empathize just a bit. Not that I am to writing what he is to football. I have no illusions about that. But I can understand the disappointment of waiting, of not getting picked. That’s why I’m riveted to the show when normally it wouldn’t grab my attention.

I’ll watch until Quinn is drafted, until he smiles into the camera with a lucky team’s ball cap on his head and jersey in his hand.

And I’ll be thankful that no cameras watch my every move as I wait for the elusive call that finally propels me into the realm of a published author.

2 comments:

Richard Mabry said...

D'Ann,
Your number will be called soon. And I'd love to watch the videotape of the happy dance you do. Do you think the publishing houses would consider sending out jerseys and ball caps with their logos on them, along with their contracts?
And you can thank the Dallas Cowboys for trading their draft choice in the first round so that Cleveland could pick Brady Quinn.

One More Writer said...

Yes, my Cowboys paved the way for Brady's phone call from the Browns. And what a cool lesson for us all--going to his hometown team, who he wanted to play for as a child, his dream he thought was dead when they passed over him with the number 3 pick all of a sudden became a reality.

Sometimes God has great things for us, if we can just wait for them.