Friday Feels #49

I’m not sure I’ve ever been more relieved to reach the end of a (work) week before. Work itself was fine this week, but I was not. I’ve been hanging in there, but only by the proverbial thread, and it’s time to do something about it, rather than simply hope that things will get better on their own. I’m planning to totally unplug this weekend, perhaps even take an extended social media break, because the idea of being constantly “on” — which is, unfortunately, the reality for indie authors — has become completely overwhelming. There’s burnout and then there’s … whatever this is. Oof.

I don’t like complaining (too much) on the internet, because the internet is forever and because I know I’m pretty damn lucky, no matter how difficult life feels in the moment. But I also don’t like pretending, in those situations, that it doesn’t feel difficult, because that doesn’t seem authentic and, frankly, takes energy I don’t currently have. Extending myself the same grace I would to anyone else in my life — to feel their feelings without trying to make them palatable to others — is a lesson I’ve been working on this year, and it’s time to put it into practice.

There were a few highlights this week. Last weekend, I thrifted myself a new (old) iMac — an impulse splurge but not really, as I’ve been needing a new personal computer for a while — and to complete the set-up, I also bought a new (new) keyboard. It’s shaped like a cake that’s also a cat, and it lights up like a mini discotheque. It’s completely unserious and I’m obsessed with it. It makes the creamiest, “thockiest” sounds — perfect ASMR material.

On a different thrift visit, I ended up talking to a very nice young woman at the jewelry counter for a bit. Our conversation made me think that she would enjoy reading The Mysterious Affair at Gaunt Hall so I worked up the courage (to overcome my fear of being a weirdo and/or imposing on a stranger) and offered her a copy. She was thrilled and accepted, and that felt great. Since I’ve not felt great about writing recently, it was lovely.

Another highlight was reading Trust by Hernan Diaz. It has an interesting meta-fiction premise that kept me riveted all the way to the end. Highly recommend. If the random video that popped up in my IG feed, coincidentally as I was finishing the book, can be trusted, Dua Lipa and her new husband met-cute over this book. I am not sure why these people are suddenly all over my social media bubble, but I guess they have good taste in books?

I’ve also got a couple of other books on the way that I’m very excited about: a collection of short stories by Silvina Ocampo (friend and collaborator of Borges), and a novel by Stanislaw Lem, one of my fave sci-fi authors. Will update you on those … at some point, hah.

We were supposed to be taking the kids on a little roadtrip to Calgary today/this weekend, but the weather is expected to deliver another rainmaggedon, so we’ve changed our plans and staying put so we can keep an eye on the house. (Lots of folks in Edmonton had basement flooding last weekend, and they are forecasting similar volumes of rain this weekend.) But we do have some fun, local adventures planned, which will hopefully make up for missing out on a visit to Fair’s Fair and some of our other fave Calgary spots. Gotta look for the rainbow, right?

Have a great weekend!

I Write Things: What I’ve Learned in 18 Months

The last 18 months have felt, at various times, like a sprint and a marathon but when it comes down to it, I probably wouldn’t change anything about my writing journey. It brought me here, to the other side of a dream I’ve held since I was a child. I have written not one but three books of which I am truly proud, and which I now get to watch make their way into the world and (hopefully) into the hands of readers. I have also learned a lot – about the craft of writing, about myself, and also about life in general. Reflecting on the latter recently, and talking to friends engaged in their own creative endeavours, I thought I’d share some of those takeaways here, both as a record and as a means of continuing the conversation. Whatever journey you are navigating, I would love to hear your perspective and thoughts.

Here are some of the things that the past 18 months have taught me:

You Are Not the Exception (Probably)

I consider myself a pragmatic person with a generally realistic outlook on life and my own abilities. Even so, there’s a voice that seems to always pipe up — whenever I am about to embark on a new project and read up on others’ experiences with similar projects to prepare myself — and whisper, “but maybe it will be different for you.” For example: when I was starting the query process last year, I read all the do’s and don’ts that I could get my hands on, along with first-person accounts, tips, and success (and failure) stories galore. A common refrain I heard/read was “most writers query their book too soon” (aka before it’s ready/sufficiently polished). Having done several rounds of edits, including beta reader feedback, I felt confident that my book was ready. Guess what? It wasn’t. I fell into the same trap as many, perhaps most, writers new to the process do.

I’m not sure this is something I could have avoided, because it’s a lesson best learned through trial and error, but it’s emblematic of a broader theme. When confronted with (anec)data, many of us have a tendency to look at the outliers, rather than the mean, on the assumption that the exceptional cases will be more relevant to our own experience. They’re (probably) not. And the sooner we can move on from this mindset, the quicker we can begin to make real progress – because progress requires realistic expectations.

Here’s another example I see a lot in writerly spaces online. People look to outlier examples – a writer whose first book became a runaway bestseller right out of the gate, or a writer who managed to sell a 700-page debut manuscript to a publisher – and decide that they, too, can achieve the same result and promptly make that their goal. And while, in principle, they can, statistically, they probably won’t. And when they fail, there is a good chance that they won’t keep going and try again … which guarantees that they won’t explore their own potential to the fullest.

Realistic expectations might seem depressing in the short term — and nowhere near as motivating as shooting for the moon — but they can keep you going for the long run. And good things always take time. It’s okay to dream about the moon. Just keep the feet firmly planted on the ground.

Discipline Beats Desire

Manifestation has to be one of the most misunderstood concepts in wide circulation these days. We have been sold this idea that wanting something bad enough will make that something happen. It won’t. Desire is a spark, but it isn’t fuel for a long journey. Manifestation works when it involves action. To manifest a dream or a goal, it’s necessary to act in alignment with it. There is rarely a simple step to any big goal in life; the path is made up of millions of steps – values and priorities reflected in choices that become actions. Almost always, these steps will be impossible to map in advance. The dream is the compass; each step you take, guided by it, will bring you closer to the destination, whether or not it seems like it in the moment.

This is where discipline comes in. Consistent action – putting one foot in front of the other, day after day and week after week, whether or not you can see a clear path to the finish line – is the magic of manifestation. Life is complicated, there will be setbacks and obstacles. Discipline keeps you going when things get tough. It does not require massive effort or perfection, though, only consistency and determination. Fall down, get up again. Fail, try again. Do a tiny bit, but do something. Action compounds over time; a lot of small steps can cover a lot more ground than a heroic leap once in a blue moon.

Desire waxes and wanes. Discipline keeps going.

Find Joy in the Process

One of the major existential tensions of human existence is the lack of control over the world around us. We have free will, but what does that mean when we can’t bend the world to our will? I don’t pose that question because I have an answer to give you – scores of much cleverer folks than me have attempted it, and I’m no philosopher – but simply to illustrate the fundamental challenge that we all have to grapple with: try as we might, we cannot control the outcome of our endeavours when those endeavours involve outside forces. That definition encompasses most of the big goals that people tend to pursue in life.

The locus of control, if such thing can be said to exist at all, is to be found in the process — the things we do — not the outcome. And that’s why it’s important to enjoy the process, as much as possible. That doesn’t mean giving up on the (desired) outcome; hold on to it, but hold it lightly and be prepared to accept that, in the end, it may look different than expected. If it does, don’t count that as a failure. Nothing invalidates the joy of the experience itself; no one can take that away from you — unless you let them.

Up to the moment of publication, writing is a deeply personal and solitary process. On publication, the work leaves your control entirely. To only derive satisfaction (or dissatisfaction) from what happens to the work once it’s out in the world means letting other people decide not only its objective worth (if there is such a thing), but its worth to you. Don’t leave your joy in other people’s hands. External validation should be the gravy, not the main course.

Waiting Is the Hardest Part — and Unavoidable

Waiting is hard-coded into the writing process, much as it is in any long-term endeavor. I thought I could bypass a lot of it by foregoing traditional publishing in favour of self-publishing (where I get to set my own timelines) but I’ve quickly discovered that’s only partially the case. Writing takes time, some of which is spent waiting. Waiting for time to pass so I can edit a draft with fresh eyes. Waiting for feedback from beta readers and my editor. Waiting for the book cover, waiting for the layout — waiting and more waiting. And then, when the book is finally ready for publication, the biggest wait of all kicks off. Waiting for readers to find your book, to read it, to (hopefully) review and share it.

As someone who finds comfort in taking action, waiting for things to happen is HARD. It’s a forced reminder that outcomes in life are (mostly) out of your control. Thanks, I hate it! The last 18 months have been a long, continuous lesson in making peace with that, and with waiting. If there is a secret to making the waiting feel less torturous, I haven’t found it yet. Sorry, I wish I had something concrete to share. All I can say is: hang in there! Success is never guaranteed, but it’s more likely to come to those who wait — and keep plugging away in the meantime.

At least, that’s what I keep telling myself 😉

Friday Feels #48

Back at work this week and, while I missed the tranquility of my staycation, it wasn’t too bad. Still, I’m happy it’s Friday! My husband is off this week and since this is one of my usual work-free days, we are having ourselves a little date day – the second one this week! [I also have Wednesdays off.] Taking advantage of alone time before the kids get out of school for the summer next week. Don’t worry, we have some fun stuff planned out for them, too.

With my husband on hand to chauffeur me, I finally managed to hit up the City of Edmonton Re-Use store, which I’ve been meaning to check out for a while. It’s a great place to pick up craft stuff (and other things) for free. Yes, free.We were both chuffed to find a bunch of magazines for our hobbies – scrapbooking for me, woodworking for him. Then we hit up The Upper Crust, which is one of our nostalgic hangouts; we went there on the day when we got engaged (and many times since). Speaking of which, our wedding anniversary is coming up very soon. Hard to believe it’s gonna be 16 years. So much has happened and, yet, it still feels like the blink of an eye.

I’m trying very hard this week to avoid the post-publication doldrums. In some ways, this is the most difficult time for a write: you’ve put your book – the product of much sweat and tears, if not blood – out into the world and now you wait to see what happens. Will readers find it? Will they like it? The waiting is killing me slowly, lol! But I was pleasantly surprised yesterday when I checked my KDP dashboard and saw that The Mysterious Affair at Gaunt Hall had 1100 KENP (pages read in Kindle Unlimited) in a week. That’s equivalent to about 3 books’ worth! Yay! And it’s got its first rating on Amazon, too: 5 stars. Double yay!

Here’s hoping it’s a sign of more good things to come.

In the meantime, I am keeping myself busy with scrapbooking (natch) and editing on my latest WIP. This project is something of a departure from my usual style/genre, so I honestly don’t know if it will ever see the light of day. But it’s something to do, while I decide on my next steps. I have one more book planned for publication later in the fall, and after that … what comes next is what I need to figure out. I have a lot of complicated feelings about my writing journey that I still need to sort out first. Next week, I’m going to share some of the things I’ve learned along the way.

My TBR is begging for some attention, so I have promised myself to devote some time to reading this weekend. Buuuuut … there’s an equally good chance that I’ll be spending that time on the couch, re-watching old episodes of Poirot (or Marple!) again for some good old comfort food (for the mind). Sometimes, that’s just what giving oneself grace looks like *shrug*

Have a great weekend!