People think I’m disciplined. It’s not discipline.
It’s devotion. There is a great difference.
I’m not disciplined. I don’t write an hour every day like “they” say you are supposed to. I work. I have a day job and I have a lot to do with just marketing what I have muchless find the time to write something new.
I am disciplined in staying focused on my work until it’s done.
I was taught at an early age work before play. That makes it very difficult when I consider writing my play time. However, I also consider it work. Not they oh-man-I-don’t-want-to-get-out-of-bed –and-deal-with-the-day kind of work – I love what I do. I am lucky.
The difference is I am devoted. Devoted toward my clients because they pay my bills. Devoted towards doing a good job because word of mouth advertising is all I can afford (oh, future blog topic) …Where was I?…
I am devoted towards becoming an author.
Not necessarily well-known, but published, established… I want my stories to be available for reading; and yes, of course, I want them read. Do I need millions to read them? It would be nice, but no, not necessary. If I get a thousand happy readers, that’s a thousand more than I had when I first started. If I get a hundred rave reviews, that’s a hundred more than before. And if I make it big, whatever that means, then I’m going to be happy. Will I not be happy until then? No. I’m already ecstatic that I am doing so well, that my stories are getting out there. That people like them.
I am devoted to always putting topics out here that inspire, teach and maybe even answer questions or even help questions get asked.
I may not be Pavarotti (Lord knows my voice couldn’t hold a candle to his) but I am trying. And that is what matters.