Thankfully, I had an epiphany on Thursday, December 18th. Sorry for waiting to tell you about it :)
The afternoon began with 90 of minutes helping 100 kids (grades K & 3) make "Candy Trains," which are very messy gingerbread house type dealies. I left covered in frosting.
|Isn't he darling?|
went inside, ordered fast, and met with a high school senior I am tutoring in writing. I ordered something delicious but full of onions. Translation: Bad breath to go with the eau-de-frosting I already had going on.
Dashed to my son's baseball clinic and thought about calling it a day. That was where my delightful husband turned up and said he'd take the boy home and I should go into Seattle for the SCBWI Holiday Meeting & Cookie Competition. I don't know why I went, but I'm so glad.
- Even though it took 90 minutes of driving in the pouring rain to get there.
- Even though I really smelled interesting.
- Even though my cookies didn't win.
1. Yes, it's worth doing what I'm doing.
2. (And this was more of an indirect lesson) I HAVEN'T BEEN WORKING HARD ENOUGH.
I've gotten cocky. A few nice reviews, and a couple of award noms (no wins) made me think I could send something imperfect to an editor. I've realized that, for whatever reason (and I know some people can sell books on a three-sentence pitch and a promise), I need to stop rushing, stop waiting for gratification because it "feels like time" to have another book in the pipeline.
I NEED TO WORK HARDER. I NEED TO TAKE TIME. AND I NEED TO BE OKAY WITH IT.
I think, finally, I am.
|PS: My friend Dawn won the Best Tasting Cookie Prize!|