Saturday, June 23, 2012


I've fallen behind. I'm a day late in the Great Writers series but I must persevere. According to Jeff Goins perseverance is what great writers possess to become successful. Giving up 2 days before the end is NOT an option. 

The challenge

Today, we’re going to publish something. Anything, really. Whatever you do, don’t play it safe. Go for broke. Stop hiding and start writing for real:
  • The manuscript in your dresser drawer? Send it off.
  • That article you’ve been thinking about writing for an A-list blog? Submit it. Let go of control; you’re ready.
  • That eBook you’ve been stalling to finish? It’s good enough. Put it out there.
This challenge made me pause because 1) I don't have a manuscript in my dresser drawer, 2) I don't have an article idea to write for an A-list blog, and 3) I don't have an eBook that's waiting to be completed. 

I chose another option that would stretch the person who compartmentalizes her life in tidy divisions. My Facebook profile/page strictly exists for my photography business and persona. I rarely make personal updates or post ubiquitous quotes on my Facebook profile. I haven't shared my personal blog on Facebook and never planned to. Until now.

Recently, I completed and published an entry on this blog which left me queasy and nauseous. After 6 months of revisions, edits, do-overs, and self-doubt I banished my fear and published it. In this particular entry my vulnerability permeates the space between words. It's a single mom's story of her burden of regrets and the responses from her children regarding what she could have done differently. 

I didn't have a manuscript, eBook, or blog article to publish but I DID have a blog entry to share on a platform where my personal side was absent. For the hundredth time I made revisions to my blog entry, Bombs of Regret, and extricated the weak words I found. After a day's worth of inward whining and groaning I posted it on my Facebook profile. I felt sick. 

Publishing my blog entry on Facebook was the act of courage I needed to make. Stretching me past my limits I realized I harbored more self-doubt than I realized if sharing a blog entry on Facebook made me nauseous. 

Can you say wuss?