Success! How foreign it is to me, or at least in the way I sometimes define it. Success can be completing a novel, novella, screenplay and poetry anthology. And granted I've done all these things. But success to me, is always getting it sold, optioned or published - call me crazy. Because I am.
But yesterday - the most success I've ever had with a screenplay happened. Out of nowhere! Straight down out of the boundless blue! An invisible magical line from New York connecting all the way to me in the middle of the country, via email out of all things -- this is how everything happens now. Wow.
Can't help but feeling somewhat accomplished. It has taken the forever long seeming path to get here, but it finally happened. Always when you never expect it. Must remember that.
These little things keep me going. Keep me writing. Most people don't understand what it takes to be a writer. Yeah, you're your own boss...but you are your own boss! You control you and your dedication must be stellar. There's no one there to make you do it. Put thoughts in your head. Make your hands type, putting substance into the complete void of a blank page. Day in and day out, year after year. But then, one day, seven years later...a small step of success. Fingers crossed. Sign of the cross. And I'll try not to crucify my inner psyche before I even know the outcome.
This is the struggle. The constant upwards battle. But days like this make it all worth it. Regardless the outcome, this is a step in the right direction. And one day...just one day...true success will knock on the door, and I'll know exactly what to say.
- Ernest Hemingway