I wasted time, and now doth time waste me. ~William Shakespeare
See that quote there? That is something I took to heart a long time ago, when I realized that so many creative people just… drag along, hiding themselves, waiting for some meteor to hit them in the head engraved with ‘you can do it!’, waiting for lightning to flash across the sky and tell them it’s ‘time’ to act on their dreams. Only that doesn’t happen. Instead, they wake up around the age of 40 and go, “What have I done? I’ve wasted my life.”
Lots of people do that. I’m happy for the ones who wake up, because lots more don’t. As for me, I woke up at 30, and I refuse to ever let myself slide toward apathy again.
I’ve been kind of MIA social-network wise the last couple of months, and with very good reason. In no particular order, I’ve had to:
1. Design some amazing and high-traffic websites for some truly awesome people.
2. Get two manuscripts ready for two agents who both asked to see the full.
3. Draw some incredibly painful but very neededboundary lines between me and people I love deeply. Cutting anyone off is not easy.
4. Dealt with the fact that I might lose my house thanks to red tape nonsense.
Those are just the big highlights.
Am I hurting? Oh, yeah. I’m hurting a lot. But you know what? I’m still moving forward.
I chose to do Nanowrimo because I knew getting that word count done this month would prove to me – and everyone else – that I’m doing what I’m supposed to do. At the same time, I’m working hand-in-hand with the most amazing people right now in the publishing/media industry.
Tom Benedek and Scott Myers, screenwriters with some amazing credits, have launched a new site:
This is an incredible venture, providing valuable information and education for screenwriters at any stage, from beginner to expert. Go on and take a look.
I’ve also been working with the brilliant and wonderful Gabrielle Harbowy, Associate Publisher and editor at Dragon Moon Press:
And of course, there’s Nanowrimo.
I am getting there. Yes, I am getting there. I’m doing these things and succeeding even in the middle of madness, lawyer phone calls, and excruciating drama. Nothing is going to make me quit, and more than ever, I’m realizing I have no excuse not to keep going.
I swear I can taste victory. I just can’t see it.