Kind of goes without saying that everything has a beginning. Sometimes you know the exact instant that resulted in a decision. Sometimes is an accumulation of events or other decisions. In the end, it doesn’t matter because you are where you are and spending hours agonizing over the “when” is counter-productive.
For me, *this* beginning happened just after my birthday and just before my 40th anniversary. Circumstances happened and I exited a job and while looking for a new job, the Universe whispered, “It’s time to do your dream.”
The dream is to be a full-time writer. I sold six novels to two traditional publishers from 1994 to 2000, and then my life went in a new direction. No regrets. The intervening years were wonderful. But I started playing at being a writer again almost five years ago. Wrote some good stuff, submitted some stuff to agents and was rejected, but never really committed.
So fast forward a few weeks. Getting some good hits from employers, had some great interviews, even had job offers, but nothing clicked. And again the Universe whispered.
I listened. I made some lists and did some reality checks and generally adulted. Sometimes I hate adulting, but this time I didn’t. It was good to embrace the fear and make the decision to take the next year to get all my ducks in a row to launch and self-publish one of my women’s fiction series in June of 2020. I’m working hard on learning the business side, and continuing to work on improving my craft with every project.
I’m one of those folks who believes you should never stop learning in your craft. Whatever that is, and no matter how good you are now (even if you’re fantastic now!), there’s always room to improve. I always find one thing, one technique, one gem gleaned from a class or a book or a group. Sometimes that gem is, “I don’t agree and now I’m more confident in my way.”
So there you go. I did it. I made a vow and now I’m working every day on doing the thing that needs to be done today to make the dream happen.