Time. It’s one of those things we feel we never have enough of. We’re always scrambling to make more and often forgetting to make the best use of the time we do have. It’s a pain isn’t it? Well, here’s the thing. It’s going to pass anyways. It just is. We all know it. So, what should we be doing with it? Well, having some fun.
This isn’t saying discard all your responsibilities, but, don’t forget to live a little. Don’t forget to pursue those things you really wanted to. Why am I saying this as a nobody author? Well, it’s happening for me. What is? Well, the whole “dreams” thing. I mean almost 8 years ago when I started all I had was an awful novel and series idea. 5 years in with loads of rejections and crappy writing, I wrote a new project and never even pitched it. I self-published it.
Nothing really happened. It got some good reviews. Some bad. It sat. It sold a bit here and there. But, I kept writing in between, in the moments I could steal. By 2015, that novel had blown up as far as indie novels are concerned. It broke 100 reviews, most of them glowing—raving. It won a best book of the year. It went on in 2016 to break past 200 reviews, still glowing by the way. My second novel dropped and has been nominated for handful of awards including the prestigious Dragon Award for its category best fantasy (paranormal) and yeah…who saw that coming? I sure didn’t.
Here’s the thing. I still don’t have a career. I’m not still not some big famous name with an agent landing me massive deals and book signings. I’m an unknown indie, but you know what? I’m still going to keep writing because time will pass anyways whether I do or not. If I somehow win this award, will things maybe speed up? Possibly. Possibly not. But even then, I’ll still have to write. So I’m going to. I’m going to use the time to do what I love. What else is time really there for? To do the things we have to, and we all have those, but what about the time that’s left? Use it for the things and people you love. What else matters more?
So, yeah, I’m going to keep writing. Harder now. Better hopefully. And, if I can, faster than ever.
Because if this is happening for me because of the spare time I carved out for it, what will happen in the years to come if I keep doing this? What will happen for you if you do the same?
It’s pretty scary to think about it, isn’t it? But it’s also pretty cool, eh? Do it!