I am in the midst of work overload right now. Betting Jessica is free today on Amazon and I am trying to promote that; my second book is at the stage where I am scared it may never be good enough to publish; and someone just published their own, nicely written (she says sulkily) book using the working title for my second novel… so now I must come up with a new name and cover art (in case it ever is good enough to publish).
Interestingly, though, my overhear at Starbucks yesterday was a wonderful reminder of how different it is to be busy, even stressed, when you love what you do and what you produce. The woman who was talking clearly loved the choral group she was in. You could tell she was passionate about music and singing and wanted to share it with everyone.
In my earlier years, the stress of being overworked almost flattened me. It never seemed like I could get on top of my job or my career. I felt totally overwhelmed, and worried constantly about disappointing my boss or colleagues.
Now, because I love writing, that stress has turned to energy; that worry to passion. I sincerely want everything I produce to be the best it can be (which is why it is so difficult to publish knowing it will never be perfect). With some maturity has also come a better understanding that I am still learning as I go. This is the thing that ultimately helps me let go of my work…. Knowing that by putting it out there I am freeing myself to continue to grow as an author.
And I try very hard not to take any of this for granted. I am very lucky and I appreciate all of the support I get from friends, family and especially my readers.
So, it’s easy to say: I was doing all right, but now Things are looking up, because, although it Ain’t necessarily so, I’ve got beginners luck and have landed It’s nice work if you can get it. And no matter what… They can’t take that away from me.
Sorry…. I had to:>)