The difference between a successful person and others is not a lack of strength, not a lack of knowledge, but rather a lack of will. — Vince Lombardi
Legendary Green Bay Packers’ Coach Vince Lombardi understood success and he understood what it took to achieve it. It takes willpower to coach a team to the SuperBowl and win – twice. Willpower, and always keeping an eye on the ultimate goal.
It also takes willpower to write and publish a book then another, and another. Raw, butt-breaking, stick-to-it willpower. Best-selling author Madeline Hunter once said that she had never seen a writer who persevered not eventually publish. Since then, I have observed others and seen first-hand the truth of her words. Writers who persevere do eventually publish.
When I think on my experiences in writing my first book, I’m awed that I ever finished it. It was a daunting job, even with the assistance of a decent critique group. My second book came easier. My third, written in only eight months, seemed even simpler, although the middle is still mush. Perhaps if I had pushed myself harder to polish and actually sell those early efforts, I would have had more success with those that followed. But, somewhere along the way I let life intrude. Again, again and yet again. 😦
About a year ago I received a medical wake-up call. It made me examine my life and where I was headed. I started eating healthier. Over the next several months, I lost a whole lot of weight, and gained a whole new wardrobe. 😀 My husband and I had long talked about a dream trip. In October we flew to Paris. But where is my writing in all of this? It can’t just sit idle.
I’ve had this innate need to write for too long to let it just fade into oblivion. I won’t allow my obituary to say “An amateur writer, she wrote several novels that were never published.” I ache to churn out characters and stories that will not just lie buried in some computer file, but will be read and enjoyed by many.
So I’m writing again, daily. My newly created characters are talking to me. They’re taking actions that reveal who they are. They’re getting into trouble. Forcing me to plot just how I’m going to get them to the point where they finally declare their love. Just now I’d be thrilled if they’d even talk to each other in a civil manner. Regardless of the grief they cause, I am writing about their lives and will continue until their story is told.
I will finish this book. Writers who persevere do eventually publish. ∞