Joe’s Post #100
There is one thing very few writers do, me included. It’s one of the hardest things for us to do. It’s one of the things we forget about most.
It’s patting ourselves on the back. So, for my 100th post, I want to pat myself on the back. Since we started the 5/5/5 blog on Sept 5th, I’ve managed to post at least one blog a week, 99% of which were on Thursday.
I have loved this blog. I loved posting about some of the spam we received, I loved writing about the whole process of being a writer, I loved hearing feedback from people who shared a similar (and some would say) insane passion. I loved writing about my fears and hopes and obstacles that got in my way. I loved that not once did I get a response that say go back and be an accountant.
So let’s look back a bit. From the start of 5/5/5.
In that time, I wrote about 300-500 words a post. So, let’s say 40,000 words. Plus pictures. That’s a midgrade novel. I can’t say I always enjoyed finding the pictures. Sometimes I found the perfect one, but more often than not, I didn’t and had to settle for things like a picture of a blank page, a picture of my writing desk or a blurry picture of Vegas choosing who would critique next.
In that time, I finalized one novel and wrote a new YA novel. My books were sent out to 9 publishers (due to contests). I wrote 3 new short stories and sent them out. I applied for 3 blogging jobs. I ate less pies. I lost weight. I got braces. And a Mustang.
In that time, I went to two Surrey Writer’s Conferences (and, yes, blogged about it). I found love (and DIDN”T blog about it). I went on an amazing trip with my new family (and blogged the hell out of it.) I continued writing my other blog (which currently has about 267 posts). I built my following from 75 to 260. Here, we built our numbers from 0 to 1400. Wow. Amazing.
I met a lot of people online, through the blog. I loved finding their blogs and reading about their lives. I loved that we have people from all over the world. I loved that there is such a great online community.
But you know what? You know what I realized as I wrote this…
I have a great life, now. I do. I have awesome friends and a whole new-found family. I have found the prettiest-girl-in-the-world and we survived a trip to Legoland. No, not just survived it, we had a great time. I have a life where I can pursue a dream, where I can write.
How cool is that?
So, for all those times I say I didn’t get as much written as I should have done, that I didn’t read as much as I need to do, that I haven’t made a sale and haven’t even had any nibbles on my books, I have to remember that the journey is as important as the destination and I so love the journey I am on.
Thanks for everyone who’s supported me and my crazy-ass belief that one day I’ll be a published author.