This has been a rough week…in fact, if I were being completely truthful, I would say it has been a rough six months or so. Not because of any single thing, because really, things are not uniquely different over these six months as opposed to the months that proceeded it.
No, it is really a series of several things that have made the past few months rough – a level of intensity, neither good nor bad, that has lifted me to amazing heights – and brought me to my knees.
Now, this isn’t a blog post about any of that – cuz that’s a whole different story. No, this is about what I have learned about my personal journey towards publication in the context of my life.
I started this little dance with writing nearly two years ago (two years in June, to be exact). Since that time, I have seen the vast majority of the people I met in those early days get agents, book deals, achieve publication. I have witnessed their highs, and tried to comfort during their lows.
And I have learned a great deal – about the craft of writing, the business of publication, and the attributes needed to make it in this industry over the long haul.
But most importantly, I have learned that no two journeys are the same. And the road is never easy.
Being a very competitive person, I tend to judge my own success within the context of others. I learn what works for the writers around me, and try hard to emulate similar things in my own way. And while these things are not inherently bad – especially the emulate part – they are problematic.
When I compare myself to anyone else, I negate the power of my own journey. And I lose the purpose of the journey in the first place.
This is the lesson I work on daily – an appreciation for the uniqueness of my own journey in this field, and an understanding that if I continue to work hard at my craft, listen and learn from those around me, I will reach my goals at the exactly right time…FOR ME.
How about you guys? Have any of you ever struggled with comparing yourself to the writers around you?