Often … like four or five times a day … I feel like I have taken ten thousand steps and am still walking in place.
I make the cardinal mistake of calculating how long it took this person or that person to publish their first book and how many things the other one published before they turned whatever age. I actually googled to find out who was the oldest person to publish the first time. He was 96.
I count the years.
Hell, at my age, those numbers can get pretty scary. It’s been seven of them since I decided to sit down and take me seriously.
What if I had started younger?
What would I have done if someone told me it was going to take an interminable amount of time to reach my goal?
It’s taking too long …
Back in the dark ages of the fifties when I was in grade school, a psychologist informed my older brother that I needed to take drugs for my attention deficit disorder.
The Big Guy took me by the hand and lifted me out of my seat, told the shrink what he could with his opinion, and immediately informed our parents that he was moving me to another school.
I had a short attention span.
I was impatient when we went on road trips. I watched the sauce bubble and became insane that it took so long to cook.
Time either moved with lightening speed or it crawled across the calendar like an inch worm. I am compulsively early for every type of appointment or social event. I am a clock watcher and a foot tapper.
The reality that this business of ours takes such a long time is like being restricted to a tiny box with no door and no window.
So I’ve learned to practice a mantra … think out of the box … think out of the box.
Use the time. It is not taking too long. It is taking as long as it needs to take. The universe will give you what you ask, but only when you are ready.
All my life I’ve played with words. And when I come here I want to play with words and images and pretend I am a magazine editor. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again.
I love blogging …
Make no mistake. This blog as humble and widely unread as it might be … is still a writer’s blog. Written by and for writers … about the genres and sub-genres of writing … writing for fun or for a living or the love of God and country.
It’s my weekly deadline and … as small a contribution as it might be … I love it.
Besides I always relished having an audience for my funny stories. The more people gathered around me at a party, the more animated I became.
That brings me to the topic of the next few weeks.
I want to do funny.
And it’s giving me a major migraine because I want to do funny with new characters. No recycling. No pulling out one of my old folders and dusting them off.
It’s the perfect time to experiment with something new. Why? Because I am so busy right now I don’t know whether to scratch my watch or wind my bum.
Because I want to push myself to the limit.
Because no matter what I do … I will still be impatient and worry it’s taking too long.
Tell me my loyal readers
Do you think it’s taking you too long?
Or have you captured one dream and wait
Impatiently for the next?