It’s November. Time to go inward, to reflect...
Parts of this year have lasted for a couple years. Parts never began. But thankfully, parts have held on to joy, no matter what.
I am thankful for the love and support of my children, as I embark on a new career. How many hours have they spent teaching and reteaching me how to use social media, graphics programs, and my new best friend, Alexa? They've stuck with me. They have assisted with edits, formatting, repeating again and again "you got this Mom. Stick with it!"
I was blessed with my first grandchild. He is the love of my life. He is just now learning how to try. He tries. He fails. He tries again. His trying is just lifting his head up during tummy time. I root for him. It's not lost on me how he's helping me keep my head up too.
Writers, for the most part, work alone. We fuss and fret over our characters, our plots, the conflict, the resolution, while staring at a computer screen or note pad, reliving the plots again and again. I train myself to a single-pointed focus, the immediate life of my characters, and I do it in solitude, but I am buttressed by a community, even when alone. This month I am giving a special thanks to my crew of other writers and friends and all the advice, support, encouragement they provide, helping me keep on.
The definition of tenacity is, “the quality or fact of continuing to exist; persistence”. Determination. This is life.
Be well, my friends. Keep at it.