As I sit here in the airport, waiting for my son’s once again delayed flight, I find myself thinking of anticipation and disappointment. Life is so full of both. Every day you have anticipated some event, or been disappointed by something or someone. I am determined that my writing career will not be one of my disappointments.
I have been giving my novel a serious effort in the last few weeks, making sure I work on it daily. Even if I am only thinking of the path it will take and not actually writing. I am anticipating the fulfilling feeling of completing a 120,000 word novel for the first time. However, with so many false starts and incomplete stories behind me, I can’t help but dread the disappointment that will surely come if I fail. So, I have decided not to.
It has been my experience in life that just about anything can be accomplished if one makes it a priority and gives it the time it deserves. Staying up the extra 15 minutes every night is worth it when I see the end result. Each day, when I read over what I wrote the night before, I am encouraged by the characters and story unfolding before me. The fire is stoked for one more day.
So, with poker in hand, I shall return to my laptop again tomorrow, ready for my daily dose of encouragement.