I recently came upon an important anniversary. A year ago was my last day working a full-time job. With my husband’s support, I decided to give this writing thing a go.
I dove into the writer life. Sink or swim. Publish or bust.
I set some goals:
Write every day. Finish a manuscript. Work on the craft. Read published novels. Learn. Join a writer’s group. Increase my social media presence. Blog. Get published.
I’ve done everything on that list, except get published. It was the most important goal I set, and I haven’t accomplished it.
And honestly, I feel kinda crappy about that.
I guess I felt like I had something to prove. To whom? Maybe to my ex-coworkers? Maybe to my family and friends? Maybe to myself? Who knows.
Getting published within a year of leaving my job would’ve been so sweet. It would’ve been the perfect culmination for what I’ve done with my time off. Proof. Palpable, tangible proof. Go-to-Amazon-and-see-my-book-Booyah!-proof.
And anyone who works in corporate America knows how important it is to have proof. Whether it’s in dollars, numbers, or content. It should be tangible, palpable proof.
And I don’t have it. I don’t have the published book.
But guess what? It’s okay. I didn’t meet my one-year timeline, but it’s o-kay. Because I’m working on it. I like working on it. Working on it makes me happy.
And I know that one day, I will have a published book. It may take a year-and-a-half. It may take two. Or five. (*cringe* Please, not five.) But it will happen. I know that because I’ve set all of these other goals, and I’ve accomplished them. So why should this be any different?
In the meantime, I’ve got proof, besides a published book, that makes me happy and proud. I’ve got this blog. And all the posts I’ve done here. I’ve got the newsletter I started. The video trailers I’ve created. The tweeting on Twitter. And the facing on Facebook…or whatever.
And I’ve got stories. Stories that aren’t long enough for books. Stories that have been bumbling around in my head. But I can add them to my proof.
“If you have a good idea, get it out there. For every idea I’ve realized, I have ten I sat on for a decade till someone else did it first. Write it. Shoot it. Publish it. Crochet it, sauté it, whatever. MAKE.” Joss Whedon
I don’t have a book published, but I am going to start posting some serialized stories right here on my blog. Because it makes me happy. And being happy really is the big goal, isn’t it?
As you work on getting published, what things are you doing to make yourself happy? How are you dealing with the elusive goal of getting published? How are you adding to your proof?
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