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I really wanted to post something insightful and relevant today, but I’m having such a hard time focusing right now that it doesn’t look like that’s going to happen. Why am I struggling so hard to focus and find something good to share here? Is it the general and hormonal discomforts of the third trimester? Is it my current project that I can’t tell you about because I’m going to publish it under a pen name? Is it sheer exhaustion?
I honestly don’t know what my problem is right now. Sigh. Maybe I’ll just go do some work on the project that hath no name.
I’m sitting at my desk, staring at a print copy of my first published novel, and it somehow just does not feel real. I’m holding it in my hands, and I keep waiting to wake up and realize that I still haven’t accomplished anything with my writing. Frost is out in the world. People are buying copies, and I’m tracking sales and downloads on a daily basis. For some crazy reason, though, I keep waking up and wondering if this is real, or if I just dreamed it all and I’m still a failure as a writer. I’m not really sure how to shake this feeling of things being surreal.
Will it feel more real when I get my first royalty check? Will it feel more real when I start signing copies for friends and family? Would it feel more real if I had a launch party? Any thoughts or advice are welcome.
“Victory is sweetest when you’ve known defeat.” -Malcolm S. Forbes
How could victory ever be worth it without struggle? Nobody wants the things that come too easily. I believe that people tend not to place much value on things that come too easily. I think we tend to take them for granted. As an only child, I know plenty about taking things for granted.
If you don’t have to work for something, then it doesn’t mean much to you. So, if you find yourself struggling in the pursuit of your calling, take that as a sign that you’re on the right track. If it seems like the work you’re doing is hard and sometimes thankless, then you’re working your way up to something special. You’re pursuing your calling, and every bit of toil will prove to be worth it.
Every late night, early morning, every grueling and dark hour when you can hardly think of anything you want to be doing less than fighting anymore, or every time you’re tempted to take the easy path but choose not to…it will all pay off in the end. Keep fighting for your calling, even in your darkest moments. I promise it will be worth it.
God bless y’all, and I pray that you keep at your good work.
“I am not a product of my circumstances. I am a product of my decisions.”
I’m not going to lie–this is a concept that I’ve struggled with for most of my life. I’ve often wondered “How can I not be a product of my circumstances?” Things happen, and you react to them, right?
What if that ‘s not really how things work? In the interest of full disclosure, I never really asked myself that question until I read this quote today. What if it’s that things happen, and you have the opportunity to decide how you’re going to react? This is one of those moments where I’m totally stunned that I never considered these things before.
You do have the right to choose. Having free will is one of the greatest things about being a sentient human being, right? You have the right to make a conscious decision about how you react to everything.
For example: I am having a profound struggle with the time change because of daylight savings time. Having to turn the clocks forward an hour is kicking the crap out of me, and that’s probably because I have been letting it. Yes, I’m tired, but I shouldn’t be allowing a time change to derail my pursuit of my calling as a writer completely.
I’ve been sleeping in instead of dragging my butt out of bed and cranking out my hour a day of writing. I feel sorry for it. Terrible, actually. I feel like a poor excuse for a human being and a very bad example. If I feel called to do something, I should be able to drag myself out of bed and do it first thing in the morning, right?
I’m pretty prone to making mistakes. I’m prone to procrastination, dropping the ball, and all kinds of other euphemisms for failure. I do, however, dust off the failures and continue my pursuit of my calling to be a writer. I think that my choosing to continue pursuing it after hundreds of failures says something about my character. I hope it means that I’m truly dedicated to my calling.
Does anyone else have similar struggles? If so, please share them.