Almost four years ago I wrote a blog post titled “Patience.” I initially wanted that entry to be a single word for it conveys much with very little. Having just completed my first novel, I had to keep this lesson in mind:
I spent over four years writing the manuscript (not full-time, of course). With a commitment of nearly half a decade, a strong part of me wants to reap the fruits of my labor. Now.
But not yet.
Now I play the waiting game. Waiting for an agent. Waiting for a publisher. Waiting for the screenplay adaptation.
The end game is years from today. And today requires patience.
I recently recalled this post because, four years later, the book has been published, yet the end game is still years away. Honestly, I’m not even sure what the final goal is other than to continue forward. To endure.
I don’t mean to say that I am struggling, although the publishing business is a struggle. (Anything worth doing is a challenge—as it should be.) The difference between 2009 me and 2013 me is that anticipation has turned into action.
An agent didn’t come after much querying and waiting. So I acted and became my own publisher. I even wrote the film adaptation since screenwriting is my primary skill set. What’s so great about my situation today is that forward progress is measurable as I lead my own charge rather than bide my time.
Patience is still necessary—maybe more so than ever.
I’ve been fortunate to connect with readers who enjoy my work, and your support has energized me to write more. I’m working on the second book, writing a new short story each week, and brainstorming two novellas for the near future. Today I’m building my career rather than waiting for it to start.
And I must be patient.
Because true progress is slow.
There is still much more I want to accomplish. And I will. In time.