One of the things I love about my
day job is the flexibility it affords me to write and pursue my artistic
projects. Even now as I write (on Monday, 10 August 2015), I’m somewhere
between Toronto and Fort McMurray, cruising at 37,000 feet, a bed of fluffy
white clouds below. I am literally soaring above the earth while, internally, involuntarily
riding an emotional rollercoaster.
Over the weekend I celebrated my
42nd birthday. Another year older. Another year gone by too quickly.
Another year gone by without an offer of publication. Another year of formulaic
rejections by e-mail and letter. In the days leading up to my birthday I could
hear my inner critic laughing at me, saying, “What’s the point?” That had me
feeling down, questioning my own worth. And I knew, based on past experiences,
that I couldn’t afford to let my inner critic win out. I had to find the
courage to lift myself up.
What’s the point?
The point is this. Even though I haven’t
been published recently (not for lack of trying, however), there’s nothing else
in this life that gives me a greater sense of satisfaction than when I’m at the
page creating memorable characters, weaving together intricate plots. Writing is
the first thing that I do in the morning when I wake up. I learned a long time
ago that I had to make time for writing, always, everyday, because it is that much of a priority.
So on the days when I’m feeling “down,”
I have to remind myself of how far I’ve come as a writer, how much I’ve grown
as a writer, and of my successes. I’ve learned to make writing fun, too. While I
focus primarily on novel writing, lately I’ve been experimenting more with
flash fiction, which presents different challenges. Seeing these shorter
stories take shape, I see there are more comedic characters in play, and that I’m
exploring new and different themes. In a new way I am learning, honing my
skills, and having lots of fun outside my comfort zone.
The art of keeping on is, for me,
about simply showing up at the page, day after day, and letting the writing
move through me. I have to resign from competition. I can’t worry about who’s
doing better than me and who’s getting published. It comes down, again, to
courage — the
courage to do what I love to do and being completely wrapped up in it, giving
it my best. Always. When I do that I know I can, just for today, keep on
keeping on.
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