I’ve had many starts and stops in my writing career. Now I
hover at yet another turning point. But quitting isn’t in my blood anymore.
I started writing early. Once I got through two years of special reading instruction in grades two and three, I began writing. My first attempts were plays. I liked to perform shows in my basement as a kid, so I thought why not write them. That didn’t last long. I went back to reading stories and making them up in my head. I think that’s when perfectionism first started to get in the way.
I started writing early. Once I got through two years of special reading instruction in grades two and three, I began writing. My first attempts were plays. I liked to perform shows in my basement as a kid, so I thought why not write them. That didn’t last long. I went back to reading stories and making them up in my head. I think that’s when perfectionism first started to get in the way.
At 13, when I discovered magick and witchery, I also found
poetry. My eighth grade English teacher really liked the Haiku I wrote. It was
fun for a bit, and then I went back to reading and daydreaming. I also let
magick go and became agnostic.
It wasn’t until my early twenties that poetry reemerged. I also
took a community education class on writing magazine articles. I wrote a little
but soon gave it up. That’s when I decided to go back to University for a BA in
English. I knew I had a lot more work to do in order to become a good writer.
The thing is I could have been a good writer by my mid-twenties
if I’d not given up so many times. Perfectionism and lack of confidence have
been with me for a long time. I let them stop me from doing something that has
always wanted and enjoyed doing.
After I graduated from University, I started writing a
romance novel. I finished it about two years later and sent a query with
chapters to Harlequin Romance in England. This was big for me. I even did a
success spell (magick had come back into my life at this point) so it would
rise to the top of the query pile.
Three months later, I received a very nice rejection letter.
They told me the writing was fine, but it just didn’t have heart. I gave up and
went back to reading and exploring alternative spirituality.
Eight years later I started and finished another novel. This time, an urban fantasy tied to the 2012 awakening. I sent this one to more than one agent. After about seven rejections I gave up. It was almost 2012 anyway. I started an online business and continued to read a lot.
Again, if I had just kept writing instead of giving up, I would have been further along.
The online businesses included editing books and writing copy and articles for companies. Those didn’t last that long either. I was too much of a perfectionist for editing and I hated getting paid so little for writing. But I didn’t quit writing this time. About five years ago I sent out a few poems and got two published. I also sent out spiritual articles and got one published.
But then I hesitated. Finally, I started a blog then another and another to encompass all the areas I was interested in writing about. I created an email list where I shared my most personal writings, and through this I finally developed my voice. Four years after my first publications, I got published four times. But that was a year ago.
Eight years later I started and finished another novel. This time, an urban fantasy tied to the 2012 awakening. I sent this one to more than one agent. After about seven rejections I gave up. It was almost 2012 anyway. I started an online business and continued to read a lot.
Again, if I had just kept writing instead of giving up, I would have been further along.
The online businesses included editing books and writing copy and articles for companies. Those didn’t last that long either. I was too much of a perfectionist for editing and I hated getting paid so little for writing. But I didn’t quit writing this time. About five years ago I sent out a few poems and got two published. I also sent out spiritual articles and got one published.
But then I hesitated. Finally, I started a blog then another and another to encompass all the areas I was interested in writing about. I created an email list where I shared my most personal writings, and through this I finally developed my voice. Four years after my first publications, I got published four times. But that was a year ago.
I’m at a crossroads. I’m hesitating again. Six months ago I
went back to coaching writers, this time in writing instead of online marketing.
I enjoy coaching writers. Being of service is just as much a part of my nature
as is writing. I know I won’t give up writing. I’m doing it every day now. Is
it fear or perfectionism that has me standing still when it comes to
publishing? I’m coaching myself in real time here.
Life is made one decision at a time. Each decision
is a commitment woven into the pattern that unfolds before our eyes. Choice is
never a curse because we can always choose again. The pattern can be unraveled
and rewoven. But nothing moves forward until we decide our next step. It can be
tiny. But we must take it.This moment of indecision is not about giving up writing, but it is about giving up something to make room for it. And that’s why I stand here not knowing the next step. The one thing I’ve never done in all these years is fully commit to anything except my marriage.
Commitment is exclusive. Commitment is choosing the one road even though you don’t know where it will take you. You have some idea, but there is no certainty. You only know you’re going to follow it because at the end of it is your vision and another crossroads. And even your vision may change before you get there because you change on the way. But none of this happens without commitment. Without choosing.
I choose coaching writers and writing to publish. I can’t coach writers without being in the game myself. I commit to them both. The real choice now is to let go of all the other things. It’s time for more decisions. It’s time to clear the path on these roads. I realize I’ll be living two lives though they are related. This is all the more reason to let go of other things. This is where this season of letting go has led me. It’s time to go within and decide.
