Last month, I attended a writers’ conference (SCWC) and during one of the many seminars, an editorial director at a publishing company that specializes in memoir/biography – my current genre – pointed me out (in front of da peers) and asked, “Speaking of which, hey Mark, why haven’t you finished that ms? I’m waiting already.”
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I wasn’t embarrassed for her singling me out – but I was embarrassed because I first talked to this E.D. in September. I was convinced I could whip out WIP and have it ready by April 2.
This Monday.
Yuh, right…One reason I blew my own deadline is because something I thought would be a chore (blogging) has instead become a breathing, living, amazing adventure.
Can I hear a Whoot! Whoot! or even a "SIGGY's in the house!"
(Anyone?... anyone...? :)
My first post was less than seven months ago – and while it took five months to earn one hundred followers, only seven weeks have passed since then and here I sit on the cusp of two hundred.
I finally know (and appreciate) that my writing is enjoyed by some who are not blood-related to me, which is amazing.
(No matter what happens from here in my writing career, I will forever treasure comments from people like Sarah Pearson who once said she enjoyed catching up with my posts over a cup of coffee… really? Really? Wow… J
My writing has been *rocked* by this community, which is why I must bow out of the A-Z challenge and pull back from three posts to one post a week.
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And, then I realized…
I haven’t WIP’ed in about two weeks.
Two weeks.
Sure, I’ve been writing. I’ve been happily writing and blogging and hosting my O’hop, but only at night once our three boys (under five) are asleep and this stay-at-home dad can listen to something *not* recorded by The Wiggles or Larry the Cucumber. JI’ve so enjoyed building relationships with many of you Writers and It. Sucked. Wind. pulling my A-Z badge.
I wish everyone all the very best during the upcoming month (and beyond!!) but there are no regrets :)No regrets.
Only “lost” time, because I've been chickening out of my WIP responsibilities.
(Do you mind if I share something personal…?)
I’m scared to finish WIP.
I know I am a good writer, but I’m scared to pass the certain point (two-thirds that I’ve done) because if I do… I might finish.
And if I finish, what then?
(Knocks on outer shell of inner self) Dude, it’s me.
Oh, hey!
Then, you move on to WIP 2.0.
I won’t bother you with details… but I’ve built a major wall against the heartache of failure.
For most of my life, I’ve always courted attention.
Always been the one people gravitated to – always good for a laugh.
However, in certain things that I care about, I feel I'll always be inadequate:As a man of God.
As a husband.
As a father.
As a writer.
...And then, several months ago, I found myself sitting in a small men’s group via church.
(It’s not specifically themed for "small men"– it’s a men’s group with a small amount of regulars… Leprechauns are not welcome...)
Sharing with these guys - and we're allll over the socio-economic map - helped me realize where my head was - and where it needs to be.
So you’re afraid to write the book and have the book fail?
It won’t... That's not ego... it’s too good of an inspirational story.
So, what’s the issue?I’m scared!
You mentioned that...
OK, OK, so I’ve focused on blogging rather than WIP – because…
Yes, yes, you’re scared. (I’m scarred after reading this. So. Now. What?)
So, now it’s time for me to step up to the plate, pull back and move forward with WIP.
To post every Wednesday, so I can still participate in IWSG and any other blog hop that fits. (All current committments i.e. critiques, reads, future blog hops in August, etc. will be sooo honored.)
Otherwise, my nose, eye and lip will be in WIP.
Offline, I would love to keep in touch with the many friends I’ve made in the last seven months. My email is always open and the comments will continue J
Thanks to every single person who’s following me, and I appreciate every follower who decides to bear with me :)
This ain't goodbye.
It’s just cheerio.
I’ll see you Wednesday, then.
Thanks Ali :) |