I wanted to share my perspective of what it’s like to be a new author on the scene.
I’m at the very beginning of a road. The road is new, still smells of tar and there is heavy equipment left behind along with one worker who is watching me intently to see if I will walk the road or turn away.
The road seems picturesque; there are pines as high as my eyes will go. A breeze rustles these trees, and that breeze is slowly washing away the smell of tar.
I have in my pocket this thing. This really cool thing that I want to share with everyone, anyone who will listen. I hold this really cool thing close. It’s dear to me. I invented it.
First I stroll down the road enjoying the view, taking deep breaths and thinking thoughts that should be put on motivational posters for high school kids to look at. I notice people up ahead; my stroll becomes a steady pace. I catch up with the people; they are all talking endlessly about their lives and their cool things. They can’t be bothered with me.
Still, I go forward this; group won’t stop me. I have this really cool thing. I need to share it. Looking up ahead I see there are even more people. Maybe they will take the time to look at my really cool thing. Maybe they will like it and share it with others. I start to hurry to get to that group of people. These people start telling me how their cool things are better, or that the person just up ahead has the coolest thing of all. Then there are people who keep shoving me ahead telling me I must, you must, check out that other super cool thing.
Shoved ahead, the amount of people gets thick. I am holding my hand over my pocket where my really cool thing rides to protect it from the “take advantage of me” people, “tell me what to do” people, and the constant and endless information that everyone thinks I need to hear about how to handle my really cool thing people.
Before I have a chance to understand all the information that is being tossed at me, from the left, from the right, almost shoved up my nose, I notice I am caught in a sea of people.
There are so many faces.
There is no way to tell one person from the other, and the idea pops in my head.
The idea that if I can’t tell them apart, then they can’t tell me apart either. We are nothing but fish shoving our way upstream, each one of us with a really cool thing.
I am currently stuck in the crowd. Sounds dismal I know, but this is the honest reality of where my book and writing career currently are. I wish I had the answer on how to break out of that crowd and stand alone. No worries though, you can go online to a multitude of forums and social media contacts that tell you exactly how to do it for only $_____ amount of cash.
It’s overwhelming, humbling, and will make you question each and every choice you make on what to do with your really cool thing.
Patience is the calm acceptance that things can happen in a different order than the one you have in mind – David C. Allen
Author of “Starburst (The Women of The Grey Book 1)“