Suddenly, here I was, the girl who'd been dreaming, who'd been dashed, who stood up again to chase the kite tail of an impossible dream, only to finally catch the damn thing. Exhilarating. Yes, indeed. And I won't lie, it's been all the awesome you would think it would be. The absolute pinnacle.
Yet, at the same time, it's brought other things. Guilt. Yes, you read that right, guilt. What the hell do you have to be guilty about, you might ask. It's you guys. The ones still out there plugging. The ones whose writing is every bit as lovely as mine, but for what ever reason, the right eyes haven't seen it, the right gust of wind hasn't brought that kite string blowing your way.
And so, I wanted to share two blog posts that I found inspiring at different times. The first is written by a writing friend of mine, Megan Shepherd. A few years ago, Megan and I were in a workshop course together, and I had the privilege of reading and critting a few chapters of her soon-to-be-published, The Madman's Daughter. Megan had a real fairy tale of a publishing story and I'll admit it, I had a few human moments of "why can't that be me....we were in the same class...I want that to be me." But the thing is, it wasn't my time yet. It wasn't my moment. The right eyes hadn't seen the work on the right day. And I hadn't written THE manuscript yet. But Megan wrote this post. And it's brilliant.
Then recently, I stopped in at the blog of aspiring writer, Kelsey Macke. And she'd also written a brilliant post about how writers need to support each other at every stage. And I thought it was so lovely and so insightful, that I wanted to share it, too.
And in conclusion, I'll leave you with my own thought. Years ago, I read a Henry Miller book (yes, I was obsessed with Henry Miller and Anais Nin in my twenties). One line that has stuck with me forever is this, and I paraphrase because I couldn't find the quote, "You don't need to be making to be an artist, you must only have the soul of an artist." For years, that idea stuck with me. In my moments of not making, whether it was physical artwork or writing, I could remind myself that I do indeed have the soul of an artist. It carried me through.
I hope some of this will carry you through, too. The journey is the destination, right? And, you are awesome.