This is the hard part
You know with the full-time freelance, I mean. It’s keeping my spirits up through the inevitable ups and downs. Intellectually I know that the world, she is not at my bidding and so there will be highs and there will be lows. But even the pretty minor lows are hard to tunnel through. I tell myself, Hey, this is why other people quit — if it were easy, everyone in the world would do it. And I tell myself that it’s about momentum and there’s a learning curve, etc. etc. But still.
It’s hard. And when perfectly normal things happen it’s hard not to make it about me. (I’m talking really normal like I trip walking up the stairs and I think, “God, I’m such an idiot that I can’t even get up the stairs!”)
It makes it hard to get through my normal to-do list let alone the big picture things. (Julia, sample chapter? Yeah, it’s killing me.)
Sent you and email I wouldn’t have sent tonight had I read this post.
Now, that sample chapter? You knew it would be a killer…hence the delay. But you have it all in your head, it’s just not organized yet on paper. I wish it were though because it’s going to rock.
And the freelance gig? Well isn’t that the truth - if it were easy, everyone would be freelancing. Consistency is the key as you well know. Tossed in with a little luck, a little who you know, you get the idea. You just sent the first postcard contact, so give they tripping up the stairs freelancer a break, huh?
And yes, this is a pep talk from miles away…
We need a freelancer’s prayer; like the Man Prayer on The Red Green Show: “I’m a man and I can change. If I have to. I guess.”
If the Children’s Defense Fund hadn’t already been using it we could have swiped the Irish Fisherman’s Prayer,” “Dear Lord, be good to me
the sea is so wide
and my boat is so small.”
“And when perfectly normal things happen . . .”
My need for consistency does not seem to match up with the world’s expectations — or my ability to carve out that consistency for myself, I suppose . . .
so you haven’t read the part where I make someone else’s bicycle accident about me, then?