Okay, so some writing buddies and I sort of have a mantra. Don't roll your eyes. Publishing is a hard biz. Lots of waiting. Lots of competition. Lots of ledge moments. Mantras are needed.
Anyway, step one: work hard.
You've gotta be willing to work hard if you wanna get anywhere in life. At least I think you do. And those two words are definitely true with writing.
When I sat down to write my first novel, I didn't pen a masterpiece. More like a finger painting. You know the kind you do in kindergarten? It was practice. Good practice.
The second was like a second-grade watercolor. Nice, but nothing special.
But the third. Yeah, the third had potential. Was it perfect? Heck, no.
It had potential.
I used to hate that word. Hate. It.
Potential: having or showing the capacity to become or develop into something in the future.
Yeah, my sixth-grade teachers used to say I had potential. If only I would apply myself. So I showed them. I applied myself. Graduated college with a 4.0. Ha! Take that, sixth-grade teachers!
Now I teach typing and let the littler kids play math games. I sure showed them, didn't I? *snarf*
Anyway, I'm way off track. The point is, just because you have the potential to do something, doesn't mean you will.
You have to work hard. Learn more. Get better. Read. Practice. And it all takes work. But you know what? All that hard work? Totally worth it.
What do you think? Have you ever worked really hard for something? Did you get it? How did it feel?