I vividly remember the first time I went skydiving when I was in college. The rush of fear and excitement surged through me with a pounding force from the moment the instructor told me to step out of the plane. In a flash the things that could go wrong cycled through my mind, such as my chute not opening or landing wrong. Despite my fear, I stepped out and grabbed the wing strut. Holding on, feeling the pull of the wind as I flew along with the plane, feet suspended in the air, anticipating the signal from the instructor to let go—I can still feel it all these years later. Each time I jumped caused the same reaction—however it’s not the scariest thing I’ve ever done.
It was publishing my first
novel.
I’m an engineer by degree.
I’ve spent most of my corporate career in marketing. Although I knew I was a
talented communicator, there’s a huge difference between corporate
communications and writing a novel. Also, I can’t spell to save my life. I’m
sure you will find a few errors in my various blog posts as I don’t run these
by my proof-reader. Not surprising, the concept of writing a novel was beyond
left field.
I’ve always been one to
believe in things happening for a reason, and that I have a path I’m destined
to take. Not everyone is looking for that ‘life purpose’ but I was. I had been
discussing this need with my book club gals and one suggested I write a book. I
really thought she was crazy—or drunk—but I politely smiled and nodded my head.
She didn’t need to know I’d let the idea go from my mind immediately.
However, when fate stepped
in a few weeks after that comment with a dream I knew I was going to write a
book. It wasn’t, “Could I turn this into a book? Do I even want to write a book?”
It was, “Oh crap. I’m writing a book.”
For months I kept it to
myself. I was scared people would laugh if I told them. I was convinced they
would think, “Oh great. She’s going to expect me to read it since we’re
friends, and I’ll have to think of a polite way to tell her it’s not good. Not
at all.” They might even evaluate our friendship—thinking it might be easier to
break it off than read my so-called book.
A few months and chapters
in I found the courage to tell my husband. He only laughed a little, but I
could tell he was unsure of the whole idea. However, to his credit of being a
wonderful husband he supported me the entire way. After confessing to my
husband, I figured it was also time to tell my book club. We are a small group
of women that have been meeting for almost 10 years. In that time they have
become family. I knew that if I couldn’t tell them, there would be no way I
could entertain the idea of publishing it. I had sent my book club what I’d
complete up to that point, and made it clear I didn’t want any false praise. It
was the most critical time for them to be the true and honest friends I knew
they were and tell me the truth about what I was writing.
To my relief, they loved
it and encouraged me to keep going. Yet my self-doubt still kept me thinking,
“Sure they love it. They’re my friends. And when expectations are low, it doesn’t
take much to impress.” Somehow I found a way to push down the doubt and
finished the first draft of the manuscript. To help me understand if it was
truly publish worthy, I found someone I didn’t know who was willing to read it
and provide feedback.
To say I was a nervous
wreck is an understatement. I stalked my email hourly around the time she said
she might finish. I can’t describe the amount of relief and joy I felt when she
emailed saying she loved it.
That’s when I finally
started to research the process for getting it published. In some ways, I think
not looking into the publishing process until I was done with the manuscript
helped me finish. I felt like I was writing for me, not for anyone else. Well, also
for my book club gals who were texting me ruthlessly when they needed another chapter!
For various reasons I decided to self-publish, not even attempting to contact a
book agent. I could tell you all those reasons, but if I’m being honest it all
sums up to me being too impatient and too much of a control freak. As I navigated
the unknown self-publishing process, I found it to be more intimidating than
difficult.
I relied on family and
friends to beta read and proof-read the manuscript. I knew I was blessed with
amazing people in both these departments, but it really came to light during
the beta process. None were shy about giving me feedback and telling me exactly
what they thought, both good and bad. I believe that having so many different perspectives was one
of my most successful steps in this process.
The next step was where I
put my money since I felt was just as important as the content—the cover
design. Being self-published, a vast majority of my book sales come from
on-line retailers. This meant I had to have a cover that stood out from the
others, looked professional, and captured the reader’s attention. I found a
designer, Scarlett Rugers, who did an amazing job.
The next scariest moment
came when I was finally able to click the publish button. I had done it. I had
put myself out there for everyone to judge and criticize. I don’t typically
take criticism well and I usually try to avoid it. I can’t even tell you all
the feelings I went thorough in that moment. They were all mixed up and making
me excited and proud and anxious and nauseous all at the same time.
But what I can tell you is
that I survived. More than that, I’ve found the purpose I’ve been looking for
all these years. I’m humbled each time I receive an email or review from
someone (both who I know and don’t know) telling me how much my words have
impacted them.
It has shown me that the
most rewarding things in life are the scariest to consider.
If there’s something that
you want to pursue but fear is holding you back, just take a leap. Life is too
important to spend your time worrying about what could happen. I can assure
you, while you might be able to accurately think of all the things that can go
wrong, you won’t be able to accurately imagine all the wonderful feelings that
come with following through.
I know there are some
people who pursue a dream, only for it to not work out the way they had hoped.
(notice that I didn’t say ‘only for it to fail’...) I can imagine it must hurt
and cause you to think maybe you shouldn’t have done it in the first
place. The thing is, that pain will fade. Eventually you will be able to see
what you had accomplished and feel the joy in having done something so
important to you personally. It might even lead you to something even more
rewarding that you didn’t know was in your future.
However, regret is
something that never fades—at least not until the point at which you finally
follow through.
Maybe you want start a blog, join a gym, write a book, tell someone how you feel
about them, apply for a new position...
Whatever it is—don’t let
fear hold you back. It might not turn out as you had hoped, or it might turn
out better than you expected.
Either way, you will
survive.
23 comments:
love it, Carrie! the most adventurous thing I've done was take the NYC subway around 1:30AM so I can't imagine skydiving...and yes I agree, fear is the only thing holding us back from whatever it is we want in life! great first post! :)
I've always wanted to go sky diving. It seems like so much fun
Thanks for sharing your story Carrie! I think all writers have that same sense of doubt you write about (at least I know I do;). Writing a book is scary! Congrats on facing that fear and chasing your dream!
You should! It's quite the rush!
Thanks Beth! I've not yet been to NYC, but I can imagine that the subway at 1:30 AM would be quite frightening! I think I'd have a harder time with that than jumping out of a plane!
Thanks Jonathan! Yes, it is very scary. It doesn't seem to get any easier with each new book. In fact, I think it becomes a bit more frightening with each launch!
Publishing my novel was also the scariest thing I'd ever done. It's crazy how much of your soul is floating around in book form on Amazon. Awesome post.
That's a very good way of describing it!
I was pregnant when my husband went skydiving- and I was so scared my son would be born fatherless! I had my husband's friend call the moment he was safe on the ground. :) Also I absolutely hate having regrets about stuff, and I certainly don't want to have them about what I'm passionate about, which is writing. With that in mind, I've been trying to be more open in my journey to (hopefully one day) publication. One door shuts, open another one, right? Or jump out a plane! ;)
Your reaction to your husband skydiving is similar to my mom's - she called my dorm room and my roommate told her, "Well, she should be jumping out of a plane right about now." To say my mom was upset doesn't even cover it! That was before cell phones so she had to wait until I got back to my room. And yes you are right, if one door shuts just go to the next door - or keep knocking, only a bit louder :-)
My favorite advice when I was younger is Dare to Dream. The power of a dream is something no force in the universe can recon with. If you believe it and hope it, then work like everything depends on you, dreams do come true. =)
Every time I sit down to write, I'm terrified that I will not be able to. I guess I face my fears every day, and come out triumphant, only to go through it again the next day. Nothing as dramatic as skydiving...
Congratulations on challenging yourself and making it to the finish line. Wonderful post.
What a great post,thanks for sharing :)
Please ignore this strange deleted comment. It's just my inability to use Blogger correctly...
Wonderful advice! Thanks for sharing.
Keep writing, Mirka! The words will come when they are supposed to. If you keep sitting down every day to try, then you'll be ready when the words are.
Thanks!
Excellent post! It makes my ride on the High Roller (highest ferris wheel in the world right now) not scary in the least~
I've also jumped out of planes and published novels, and I think you're right that they're very similar experiences! Both are terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.
Ooh, that would totally have my heart thumping. Ferris wheels are scary, especially when they weeble-wobble. :/
Y'all and your plane jumping. *shakes head* :)
I love Ferris wheels!
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