A few weeks ago, I had a dream. Or maybe it wasn't really a dream, but a vision. I was half awake in that suspended time before dawn. All my joints ached, and even worse, my foot throbbed from where I'd crashed into a wooden box earlier in the day, breaking my middle toes. It was just enough pain to send me over the edge. With tears streaming down my face, I whispered, "Just let me go. I can't hurt like this anymore."
You can't go yet. You have ten books to write.
The thought had slammed into my head. Not mine. It came from somewhere else, and you can bet I bolted straight out of bed! I limped into the kitchen for water, heart pounding. What the hell? I started thinking about the books I had in process, how long it might take to finish them, and how much time I actually needed to stay alive to complete this mission. Ten years would do it, I figured. I could write a book a year, and that would be generous, with plenty of time for revision and all the other parts of publication an author handles these days. Just one page a day for one year, and you have a book, right?
The timing of the message was good for me too. Several titles have grabbed me by the throat in recent months, and I'm working them. Not with the my usual suck-it-up sporadic discipline, but with a degree of passion I haven't experienced before. I love these characters. They want to be born.
Even more motivating, the stories themselves seem timely, with messages that I think might resonate with readers. My characters are like me. They care about the Earth. They care about peace and love. They care about each other. They want something better for us all. And they're tired of how life is now.
So I'm ready to spring forward. Are you? I'm not just talking about artificial time changes here. I'm talking about the productive writing life. Is it time you did something great with your writing? What's stopping you from putting your words out there? For me, nothing really stands in the way anymore.
Except maybe a good doctor to help with the pain.
And a good, tight hug for courage.
|Dani Greer is founding member of this blog and when not writing, dreams of planting gardens and knitting socks, while watching with dismay as more snow begins to fall. Suffice it to say, she is ready to spring forward. You can connect with her at Facebook and Twitter.|