1465 words this morning. It feels so good to write again.
All week, Iâ€™ve been in planning and research mode. But something Jacob said yesterday really resonated with me. He said that itâ€™s like Iâ€™m doing all this planning, all this preparation to bake a cake, but itâ€™s the first cake Iâ€™ve ever made and, really, is likely to be a flop. But thatâ€™s not the point. The point is to make a cake. And the next one will be better, and the one after that even better.
Sounds a bit harsh from the outside, but heâ€™s my best friendâ€“itâ€™s his job to tell me how it is. No one else does. And heâ€™s right. I canâ€™t prepare forever. Iâ€™ve been writing this story, on and off, since I was 13. Itâ€™s time to finish it. And while I hope itâ€™s insanely successful, heâ€™s rightâ€“in allÂ likelihoodÂ it wonâ€™t be an instant bestseller. But writing it is the key step to becoming a writer.
Iâ€™m so glad I listened to his advice. Yesterday, I was all bummed out. Iâ€™d been also looking into marketing and networking ideasâ€“things that need to happen to get this book in front of readersâ€“but I was getting overwhelmed with it all. Getting back to writing today has really focused me. Writing, after all, is what I love. Itâ€™s what Iâ€™m here for. The other stuff is necessary, but ancillary.