Happy first Wednesday, everybody!
I'm kind of in a euphoric state right now, so forgive me if the post looks like it was written by somebody who's boozed up. I may even cry. Feel free to cry with me. I have extra tissue.
Yesterday, I finished my FINAL round of edits on Sebastian Falls. I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!
It's been a long journey to get where I'm at, but I wouldn't trade a single joyous, agonizing second of it.
Looking back to the beginning, I can recall all the emotions I felt when Sebastian Falls worked its way out of my head. Mostly, I was full of hope--a daydreaming dork determined to find my way into print.
When I wasn't writing, I tortured people, forced them to read excerpts of my crappy first draft or rambled about the HUGE success that I believed was coming my way. I'm sure lots of them wanted to knock me in the head with a blunt object, but usually, I got a lot of eye rolls and blank stares. A few seemed genuinely interested and excited. Those are the ones who helped me make it to the finish line.
I think we need cheerleaders to keep us going, because without them, we're likely to trip and be devoured by doubt. It's our little circle of believers that jerks us to our feet, waves us on, and stays behind to beat doubt with a stick while we rush to gather crumbs of confidence scattered along the winding path toward our goals.
If we're fortunate enough to have even one person to believe in our dreams with us, then we're a force that can't be stopped. We're suddenly rock stars who may sing off tune, but our pitchy performances don't matter because there's always tomorrow and an opportunity to get better. Pay no attention to Simon. What does he know?
As always, thanks to our Ninja Captain, Alex J. Cavanaugh
and to Lynda Young, Mark Koopmans, and Rachna Chhabria! for co hosting this month's edition of The Insecure Writer's Support Group Bloghop
Until next time, happy writing or whatever makes you smile. :)