1465 words this morning. It feels so good to write again.
All week, I’ve been in planning and research mode. But something Jacob said yesterday really resonated with me. He said that it’s like I’m doing all this planning, all this preparation to bake a cake, but it’s the first cake I’ve ever made and, really, is likely to be a flop. But that’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 he’s my best friend–it’s his job to tell me how it is. No one else does. And he’s right. I can’t prepare forever. I’ve been writing this story, on and off, since I was 13. It’s time to finish it. And while I hope it’s insanely successful, he’s right–in all likelihood it won’t be an instant bestseller. But writing it is the key step to becoming a writer.
I’m so glad I listened to his advice. Yesterday, I was all bummed out. I’d been also looking into marketing and networking ideas–things that need to happen to get this book in front of readers–but I was getting overwhelmed with it all. Getting back to writing today has really focused me. Writing, after all, is what I love. It’s what I’m here for. The other stuff is necessary, but ancillary.