THE RACE BEGINS

It just dawned on me the other day that receiving a publishing contract was only the beginning for me. Now the hard work begins.

 

Added to my daily creative schedule, I have to make time to investigate promotional opportunities as well as pick up my writing pace.  I need to develop stories and write them at a faster pace than the one I enjoyed as an unpublished writer.

 

Writers share a common characteristic with other creative individuals. In order to stay relevant you’ve got to continue to produce. Now I know why singers like Beyoncé and Adele often have two or three songs playing on the radio at once or why film stars do two movies a year.  The public can be demanding. Take a nap and they move on to the next best thing waiting to step into your place.

So while I’m excited about my first offer, I can’t sit back and claim victory. I need to work even harder to build my brand, produce a backlist and understand the industry

I used to think that getting the call from a publisher was akin to crossing the finish line. A place where I would jump around, be happy and marvel in my accomplishment.  Of course I did all those things.  But I also realize it was more like the beginning of the race-the sounding shot.  There is no finish line, that place where I slap myself on the back for a job well done and then take a seat..

 

If I’m lucky and blessed, this is a continuum.  I get do this for as long as I want.  What could be better?

FOLLOW THE LEADER

It’s time to follow the leader, but only if that leader is you. Only you can direct your soul to true happiness.

Over the Easter holiday I had an urge to dye eggs.  Without a single person in my house under the age of ten, it seemed like a ridiculous pursuit. Memories of dunking eggs in brightly colored water and drawing crude or exotic designs on them would not leave me alone.  I even asked several people if they were dyeing eggs.  I intended to invite myself to their festivities.  No luck.  When the urge would not dissipate, I finally listened to my true leader.  Me.  I followed my heart and threw my own Egg-Dyeing Bash.  The only attendee:  Me. Not only was it fun, it was therapeutic.

 

I only dyed seven eggs.  This small gesture forced me to examine how many times I wanted to do something that would bring me joy and dropped the idea because it didn’t conform to some idea of the norm.  I think I’ve learned my lesson. Listen to my counsel, more often than not it will help me get where I want to be.  Is your inner leader whispering something in your ear?