Going the distance

A professional writer is an amateur who didn’t quit. Richard Bach

Who decides how much time and effort you’ll put into the pursuit of a career as a published author?  Is the decision driven by a timing element, some number of days, weeks, months or years to achieve the goal you set for yourself, like an expiration date?

When you hit the self-determined “expiration date” have you already decided in the absence of a book contract, you just weren’t talented enough to make it in this business?

When I hear aspiring authors make blanket statements about how long they’re willing to work towards the dream of being a published author I begin to doubt their sincerity in pursuit of publishing.  Many writers will tell you stories about how it took them a dozen manuscripts before they produced a salable idea.  Or even recount the years of work and study of craft that took them from a dreaded day job to a long-term publishing contract.

Writers, and there is a difference between authors and writers, make writing their priority.  They set realistic goals and work towards the end result by learning the craft, paying the dues, and earning the place in the industry.  When they arrive, they do not forget how difficult it was to achieve the dream and so they normally do two things:  they mentor others, and continue to keep the craft fine tuned.

Oh yes, i am aware anyone may self publish, but many who do shouldn’t, and some who can, won’t.  Either way, do not forgo professional editing.  It’s never a bad idea.

Staying on task. . .

The measure of success is not whether you have a tough problem to deal with, but whether it is the same problem you had last year.

― John Foster Dulles

So last time I talked about focus, but this week I want to know if you’re making any forward progress?

Do you realize that progress is forward movement? Movement is not measured in anything other than motion.  Is it forward motion?  Do you know more today than you knew yesterday?  Do you have more words today than yesterday?  Do you have more character?  More plot?  More twists?  More turns?  More new developments?

In this day and age where big time NY publishers want stories with “more”, now is the time to find more for your story.  Bigger books doesn’t mean longer pages or higher word count, but more intensity.

In other words, more story.  Character driven stories, peopled with people we care about.  For those of you who feel like you tell the same story over again, this is a serious message for you.

Readers want more.

Last years high concept has become the girl next door with a more pressing problem.  More personal loss, or gain.  Something we can care about .  A lot.  Characters more driven to achieve the goal set for them in this story.

In other words, don’t hold back.  Make sure you finish your story without thinking this detail of the story will take me into the next book.

Readers want to know the story you have to tell and when they plunk down hard-earned cash for your book they want it all.  Not 85%.  When they buy your book this time, they’re interested in this time.  Not the next book.

So tell me, really. . .  are you staying on task?  And giving the reader what they deserve?  The whole intense personal story, the first time you tell it?

Focus

Continuous effort – not strength or intelligence – is the key to unlocking our potential.

― Winston Churchill

Do you sometimes wonder what it will take to get the job done?  To finish the damn book?  To see your name in print?  To see the completion of the project you call “the book of my heart”?

There are so many things which distract us in life, keep us from achieving the things we desire.  What really prevents our sucess is ourselves.  That’s right.  We are our own worst enemy.

We dilly dally, procrastinate, make excuses and make commitments— which we are  oh so eager to forget —when it’s difficult to keep the promises we make to ourselves.

But really, it’s not difficult at all.  We simply need to do it.  Starting out small is the key to keeping those promises.  It’s important not to overestimate the durability of our focus.  We need to plan for accomplishing small goals consistently and over the long haul, not just today and tomorrow, but for a year, five years, or a lifetime.

This is how dreams turn into reality and talent builds a career.

Focus.

How are you building your career?

The Elf

“The difference between stupidity and genius is that genius has its limits.”

- Albert Einstein

My friend Randy brought this Elf to my house.  It was all cute and cuddly, in it’s little red suit with green socks peeking from his black leather boots. His pointed little hat was set at a kind of jaunty angle and his eyes seemed to twinkle.

Randy explained this was a new Holiday tradition.  This little elf, we’ll call him Harlen, was to keep watch over me and my house until Christmas morning.  He would report to Santa with all my activities, both good and bad.

One little problem.

I didn’t want anyone–or anything to be privy to all my activities, not just during the holidays, but anytime.  I didn’t have anything to hide, per se, but I am a very private person.

Also, I didn’t particularly like the look of this Elf.  He had an air about him I just didn’t trust. His smile was bright enough, and his demeanor pleasant,but he seemed “off” somehow.  Nothing I could really put my finger on those first special days of getting ready for the holidays.

His suit was neat, his cap set on just so, his smile bright, but there was something about the look in his eyes that caused the the hair on my nape to rise.  Sometimes, the first night specifically, I’d  turn away for a time and when I turned back, I noticed his posture was a little different.

It was never anything major, and at first I thought it might be my imagination.  His hands were clasped in his lap, and at first it seemed like the right was on top, but then the left was there later.  Or maybe it was the way his eyes seemed to follow me about the room.

When I went to bed the first night he was in the house, I distinctly recall him being on the right hand side of the mantle as I faced the fireplace. In the morning he seemed to be closer to the middle of the mantle.

When I mentioned it to my friend, he smiled and joked, “Maybe Harlen was checking out your stocking, making sure Santa had plenty of room for your gifts?”

All well and good, but the following morning, Harlen had one leg propped across his other knee.  Very disconcerting.

Being the master of my own destiny, I took Harlen off the shelf and promptly packed him back in the tissue and box in which he’d arrived.

This made for a pleasant evening and relieved I’d settled the problem I decided on an early bedtime.  The holiday prep at my house is rigorous at best and everyday is a full day of activity. So after a nice glass of red wine in front of the fire, I went to sleep hoping for visions of sugar plums and nothing more.

Until I was rudely awakened at 4 am.

Loud noises in the parlor had me taking the gun from the safe and tip toeing into my living room with shaking hands and a mag light.

Only to find Harlen back on the shelf.