What if I never am successful by traditional standards? Not meeting the cashflow or any standard of literary achievement, will that mean I am a failure?
If others think I am a joke, not a real author, writer, does that invalidate my efforts?
Who decides success? The world at large, a select group of professionals, or me?
Standards. That is the bottomline. Meeting, exceeding, challenging, but more importantly acceptance of standard is part of the definition of success. We determine what standard we accept for ourselves. It matters more how we see ourselves than how others see us. I know I am my biggest obstacle, and when I don’t feel that I am a big enough obstacle, I let others chime in and shore up that self doubt. Those choices I make are bad, and I am working on changing that habit.
The truth is standards are not hard and fixed, they are ever changing. What we accept as our own personal standards have a greater bearing on our definition of success, and how we look at ourselves. So choose wisely. My best advise to myself.
This summer I have a tower of unread books at my disposal. Backlogged tomes of intrigue that were purchased, loaned, or given to me to read, I am commencing to their needs. As I read them I will add here and perhaps even write a short review. What are you reading this summer?
First up is this story I found while visiting St. Louis, meeting the author. Mr. Wigfall who began writing a story inspired by a young person who compelled him to make a difference. The resulting story A Dying Breed is a strong start to providing stories for an underserved audience.
I am sharing the link on Goodreads and Amazon, as well as my review.
Goodreads- Dying Breed
Amazon- Dying Breed
My Review –
This is a compelling story with endearing characters. I want to know what happens next!
Buy two copies, one for yourself and one to give away. This story needs to be shared. It has the potential to inspire and open dialog not only with children and those raising children, but within our society about how we are letting our youth down. OUR YOUTH. Every child is our youth and we must be held accountable to why we are allowing them to grow up without basic needs being met. Security and hope are basic needs every child should have to grow to their full potential.
Mr. Wigfall, well done. Please continue!
After reading an article (http://writetodone.com/3-habits-separate-good-writers-tragic-wannabes/) about creativity and hard work. It got me to thinking about how my process had become one of tunnel vision and pushing myself very rigidly to complete and move forward with writing. I had put off all my other interests and in some cases, abandoned them entirely.
We are supposed to have hobbies, and interests. Some of us may be more streamlined than others, but never have I consider myself happy with blinders on keeping me ultra focused. Even when I studied accounting fresh out of high school my first instructor, Miss Jane taught us that sometimes when you know there is an error in a spreadsheet of numbers, you have to get up, walk away and do something else, coming back fresh to find it.
This article reminded me of that early lesson, now long forgotten, so I am taking the summer to play with my hobbies of interest. Reading, sewing, hand rafts, and already feel my imagination springing back to life anew. Maybe I will have something to show for the summer after all.
While I have been avoiding illustrations, a grandchild has been drawing away, at my art table. Now, this could have one of two responses by me:
1. I could berate myself for procrastinating and not being inspired, blame myself for not being finished and published by now.
2. I could see this as the inspirational boost I needed.
Taking the second option, I am back to doodling ideas. Since there aren’t any formulated pictures in mind there could be inspiration waiting to happen. Watching my grandchild drawing and enjoying the process was just the motivation I needed to get me started again.
My family of artists have been inspiring and create beautiful artwork. I use their same approach for myself. It is a choice. I like their inspiration.
The other day, during a rainstorm, I was reading on the bed. My reading was interrupted by soft sounds of snoring at my feet. Sprawled across the foot of my bed lay Robbie.
She has such good ideas.
Here to provide you with a visual tutorial on taking a rainy day nap–