My Dear Husband said today, “Even if self-publishing somehow turns out not to be the ‘right’ choice for your career, it was the right choice for your life. You have more enthusiasm for writing now than you’ve had for years.” To which I responded, “I’m happier than I’ve been for at least a decade.”
And that got me to thinking about what was going on in my life ten years ago. By 2001 I’d been writing for several years without making any sales. My father-in-law and my mother had passed. My father had Alzheimers. And of course there was 9-11. In the intervening years several friends died too young, one in an accident only nine months after marrying his sweetheart.
I don’t relate that to elicit sympathy. Many, many folks have much more difficult lives than mine. I’m writing this short post to remind you: Give your attention to what is most important to you. If you do that, no matter how short or long your life is, when it’s over you’ll be satisfied.
Or to put it more bluntly: Stop dicking around! You are not guaranteed another day.
I’ll still be posting tomorrow as usual: VEILED MIRROR — Chapter Five
Also, check out my guest blog on Friday at Secrets of 7 Scribes.