One of my lowest creative moments came the day I realized I couldn’t keep my promise to publish Blackbriar Cove. For the last (almost) ten years, this sequel has languished in production hell. At this point, it has become a labor of love. I revised and rewrote much of Silver Hollow in prep for the ultimate sequel, but ultimately, have been unable to deliver.
When you write, you tend to spend a lot of time in your head, and it’s easy to become discouraged and disheartened. It’s even easier to fall into a pit that doesn’t seem to have a way out.
Whenever I feel this way, the first person I go to is my writing partner and bestie, Mel. Mel is the big sister I never knew I needed and is amazing at pulling me out of my head. I do my best to help her with the same. So much of the time, when one of us begins to panic about something we’re writing or planning, the other is there to say, “Nope! This is just in your head. You’re being paranoid, I promise.” My fellow writers should be able to laugh and relate 😉
Sometimes, it helps to have that person you can trust to tell you, “No, this is not trash.”
For those of you still looking to begin making your writing dream a reality, take heart and remember to seek out your little niche in the community. Don’t give up, even when you “give up.”
It sounds so silly, in retrospect, when I think back on all the awful and frankly scary times the world endured in 2020. We had two hurricanes of varying intensity pass over our house this year, for example. That was maybe the wildest thing that happened in our corner of Texas. This isn’t counting the days and weeks we struggled with illness and watching the progress of COVID sweep the world. I waited on pins and needles as I sent my kid to preschool at our local Elementary, convinced they’d shut down before Christmas. And somehow, my family has come into 2021 relatively unscathed. I am so bloody thankful for that.
I think it’s because things didn’t completely fall apart that I’m able to even consider publishing Blackbriar Cove again. There are endless stories brimming in my mind, some to finish, and new adventures to tell.I’m not making wild promises just yet, but I have hope things will work out this time. I pushed aside my publishing plans last year, but that doesn’t mean I ever stopped writing. If anything, writing kept me sane.
I don’t know where you’re at in your journey today, but I hope you are well. I hope you are safe and happy. I hope you are looking forward to this new year, and no matter how bleak things have been, still dare to dream.