Pulling the guitar string through the tuner, wrapping a few times then a luthier’s knot, I twisted to tighten and –snap—it popped. The high E string. A fresh set. The other five ready to go. Sparkling, beautiful. New. An inauspicious start.
Not how I planned it.
I wanted to play, not do maintenance.
This scenario, though, is often how my writing starts. I begin any sort of way, discarding each as boring, base or unworthy, until finally landing on a sentence to entice the reader.
Probably a lot closer to how marketing for publishing works. The one idea I’m sure will launch my book inevitably fails. The iterations eventually reveal a working approach.
Writing teaches one thing over all others, the power of perseverance. 70,000 words don’t happen by accident. Particularly when each of those words have been touched more than a baker’s dozen on the way to you, dear reader.
My latest example is the re-release of an audiobook. In a day I sold and distributed as many of them as I did in the first year of print publication. There is an audience and that audience is not always readily apparent.
What does show up? Me. I appear and continue to chip away because if I tell my story and just one of you is relieved of your worry and pain for the shortest time, I am a success.
That’s what the story is for. That’s what all of them are for.
Be well ~ jefe

