What do you love doing
so much that the words failure and success essentially become
irrelevant? Elizabeth Gilbert, Big
Magic, pg. 259, Kindle version.
I have to say, this writing gig is a love/hate
relationship. This morning I read the
above question and thought well, duh. Writing is my life. I live and breath to create words on paper to
paint pictures and tell stories. Failure and success matter not.
Fast forward to two hours later, I have been
struggling to try to make an image on my computer of a falcon with a
transparent background in GIMP. Epic
failure!!! I want the image for part of my branding of my writing business. My motto is take flight with a falcon flying
through the air. Ya, I can’t get the
software to work for me. Image, me
thinking I can go into a program I have never used to create a “masterpiece.” Nope. It isn’t going to happen. Granted, an image for a brand isn't
writing. However, a brand will help me
sale my novels which will make me a success.
If I don't have the brand, I may continue to not sale books which is a
failure.
Now, hours later after a ton of other
obligations, I haven’t been at my computer.
I haven’t written my blog or my morning pages, let alone worked on any
fiction words. Uff da!!! So, is failure and success irrelevant after a
very unsuccessful day? Of course! I have
been running all over and missing playing with the words. Now I sit at my computer. I have about no real time because I have
company coming over and I want a little of the house cleaned. But where am I?
In the computer room hoping to play with words, even if only for a minutes.
So, I am going
to steal a few more minutes so I can write in my journal. The words have to come. They help my soul fly. Oh, so here is my brand, though it doesn't
look professional yet.
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