The day had been a typical hot, steamy Michigan summer day. Felt like everyone was stuck in a sauna until the cold front hit us like a might steamroller.
It made me think a bit like what a writer faces not only in his or her writing, but as he attempts to ‘get his work out there’ without much luck. When she gets writers’ block and blindly bashes at the keyboard praying for letters to turn into words.
There are a great many tremendous storms as we write, face agents, approach editors. We break out in sweats, feeling like we’re caught in kilns. We face emotions that swirl like tornadoes of doubt and apprehension.
And yet, if we don’t quit, we make it through the torrent and emerge on the other side as we did tonight here in Michigan. We emerged on the other side, cool, calm, and relieved that the heat had spent itself.
It will be cool and comfortable tonight. The air’s fresh, sweet. I opened all the windows letting in the crisp air, about twenty degrees cooler. Have I mentioned I don’t particularly like hot days? The entire week is supposed to be dry, cool nights, warm days. It is the kind of weather I stay in Michigan for even if we only get a handful all summer long. They are worth it.
So are the times we get encouragement as authors. We fight our way through the heat of battle, whether it be with other authors (critters), agents, editors, or even just a tough time with ourselves trying to hammer out a scene.
Emerging on the other side is sweet and refreshing. A time to re-evaluate our ability and realize we can do it.
Use your tremendous storms to be better. To find victory in each tiny accomplishment. A full read from an editor versus a rejection. An agent willing to make suggestions. Another author who falls in love with a chapter and can’t wait to read more.
One day one step at a time.
Cool, fresh, and sweet.