Not Everything Needs To Be Done
Today’s Small Stuff reading hit home. (Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff . . . It’s All Small Stuff by Richard Carlson Ph.D)
“I may not be perfect, but I am okay just the way I am.”
To me, it means realizing that not every idea, or to do item is meant to be done. Wants and needs change over time. That great idea that has been haunting me for weeks, months, or even years, might have been only briefly important and that moment came and went.
Let go. Not just of to do items, but ideas and expectations that served their purpose. They motivated and moved me at the time, but that time has come and gone.
There are always too many things I want to do or try, but the reality is not all of them are gonna make it in the twenty-four hours I have been given. Still there is no harm in putting them on my list of to do or to try. Just not all of them are priority or will I get to.
And that is OK. Today, as I am, is ok.
Accepting your self as you are is tough sometimes. I didn’t realize that a lot of people go through that struggle, but it sure is nice knowing you aren’t the only one.
The middle processes of preparing a story for publication is rewriting. A part of writing that can be painful and very ugly. Polishing what works and cutting what doesn’t is often related to killing your offspring. It can be a very emotional event.
Some writers might argue whether cutting or rewriting is harder. I think cutting is easier than rewriting/replacing, but then other times it is the reverse.
Well, that is what I though until I started working a couple of years ago on picture books, which I have as of today not finished either one.
So I have set a deadline that one will be ready for Christmas 2017. One has been rewritten and the other is nearing that point. The older of the two is really all about the illustrations so, that is the one I most like to be finished first.
Clearing my calendar to do the work looks like I will be starting at the first of the year, and hope you will help me hold myself accountable to follow through on having it ready.
This week I am blocking out the pages and seeing what I have done already. A tentative illustration deadline is April/May. With setting up the publishing by August. So, it sounds doable.
I am making notes and some preliminary drawings are already done, I am making notes on what I hope to do for the rest of the book. Possibly discussing or taking some art classes as well.
Temporarily or permanent remains to be seen. I am slowly applying the common ways and means of maintaining a writer’s blog. Not entirely sure they all apply to me because I am more comfortable applying only what I believe is appropriate as I gain writing confidence. There is no one size fits all way to market and sell work. (Yes, I know that some want to dictate that, but there is always a new approach and precedents are shattered by someone new’s success.)
Sure you can push yourself, or take your time. That is a personal decision. I prefer to share my process and progress as a way to encourage others to work toward fulfilling their dreams.
As I have gained confidence and am still working the next step is making the changes in marketing and how I present myself to readers. But it has to be in a comfortable way for me.
* Making a landing page on the blog.
* In the coming weeks setting up an independent email list.
* Will be setting up a website, possibly multipurpose.
As always, please feel free to commit Watch for the changes.
Recently a picture of a vintage kitchen reminded me of my grandmother’s kitchen. In Gran’s kitchen, a white metal sink with a drainboard was stood next to white wooden cabinets on a painted blue wood floor.
The white painted plywood cabinets with silver metal handles ran along one whole wall with the sink cabinet at the opposite end of the stove and refrigerator. I used to open and close those cabinet doors repeatedly To an adult this was probably annoying, senseless. In my childhood imagination, I was opening car doors and helping passengers come and go in a taxi or a limo.
Imaginary play helping stars step out onto a red carpet event at one set of cabinet doors. The next set of doors would be cars arriving at a swanky hotel, another would find me waving to the airport taxi line. It was a fun way to spend a rainy afternoon.
At the end of my “shift,” more likely, the end of my grandfather’s patience, Papaw would have me get us a cold glass bottle of R.C. out of the refrigerator and replace it with one from the wooden case on the floor beside it. We’d watch some cartoons while Gran made supper. Maybe it was Papaw just getting me out of her way.
Today when I took a break from cleaning the kitchen, I pulled a cold bottle of R.C. out and sat down to watch a soap opera the Gran watched when she was a live. Memories, love ‘em.