Today my tiny musing won’t fit into 140 characters no matter how hard I try. And that is a good thing because it means writing is becoming easier again. Today is about having a big goal and doing one little thing, the very first step, towards it.
I’ve mentioned in a past post that the time to drag out my book instead of working on other peoples’ projects was drawing near. My timeline? Oh maybe in September when both the wedding and busy summer are over. I was just getting comfortable with that thought when my writer friend Joan said there’s going to be a children’s agent at the conference this year and I should make the appointment and take my book to her. Normally that idea would seem absurd. I’m not ready and all that blah, blah, blah.
The idea actually took hold. But I don’t have the money before the wedding and you have to register now because her time will fill up fast. There. Settled. I don’t have to do this. Then my friend starts talking to my husband about it. He says do it, he’ll pay. Awww…man. Back to square one.
Sitting at writers night out on Wednesday night they passed out conference registration brochures. Someone, not me, took my hand and put a pen in it and made me register on the spot. On the way home I just looked at God (He rides shotgun) and said NOW? Six weeks before the wedding and I have until the first weekend in August to do all that artwork? You pick NOW? This book has been laying dormant for three years and you pick NOW to drag it out?
God just sits there laughing.
Well, what’s done is done and I must find a way to begin by doing one tiny little thing. Before I left for work the next day, I got the book out of it’s hiding place and put it on my desk by the computer. When I got home I picked it up and moved it to my art table in the kitchen. That was Thursday. Since then all I’ve done is walk around it. Glance at. Feel excitement build. And I wait.
I know I must do the cover first, so I’m waiting for the cover to pop in my head. (Make no mistake, once it does, it’ll be done in a matter of minutes.)
And so, after another day goes by, one tiny step is taken, I’m embarking on that white water rafting ride with no paddle, and…I have written.
This is so true for me…
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