About a year after I got married, my husband saw a book on freelance writing in a bookstore.
He bought it for me. Which was a lovely gesture.
Then I got it home, read it, got inspired, and decided to give it a shot. I would send out pitches to magazines! I would get published! I would get serious!
After about three months, I experienced a remarkable transformation.
I was a nervous wreck. I felt frightened and miserable. And I felt sure I was a complete and total failure.
So not the most rousing success.
It takes a lot more to shake my sense of equilibrium now. But don’t get me wrong: self-doubt is always ready at hand. I often wonder what exactly I’m doing when I’m writing. It is hard—hard—to keep going when I’m not feeling particularly successful. It’s hard to keep going when other parts of my life are in shambles or in flux. It is well-nigh impossible when my sense of self is a quivering mass of Jello.
More and more, I’m learning to be okay with stopping.
Well, not just stopping: reevaluating. Abandoning things that wear me down. Opening my mind to new ways of thinking when I feel boxed in. Broadening my definitions of success. Seeking help when I can’t approach my goals in a healthy ways.
Lately, I have been thinking about that freelancing book, and what went wrong. On paper, it looked great: I set goals for myself, I tried taking baby steps towards writing for an audience. I took risks. I put myself out there.
I did everything I have been writing about lately.
Except I felt like I’d been through a cheese grater.
A big reason was I just wasn’t ready.
- I had a lot of emotional healing to do.
- I still hadn’t figured out how to finish creative projects successfully (this is a hard, hard skill).
- I hadn’t really found my voice (something I’m still working on).
- I had a lot of work to do on writing craft (And still do).
- I looked at someone else’s success and tried to fit myself into his box, his methodology, and his process. It didn’t fit me, and I wasn’t skillful enough to change it (This never trips me up anymore. Ahem).
Adding a bunch of publishing goals on top of my bewilderment did not help me succeed.
I needed to work on craft for a few more years. I needed to find more community. I needed to find more confidence. And I also needed to find abundant grace for my strengths and my weaknesses.
I won’t lie to you: learning to do creative work is hard. It will not simply come after following five steps, making a list of goals, or writing x words a day.
None of that advice is helpful if it makes you feel like crap.
First, find joy. Find the healthy place of creation. Rest. Heal. Do the work that makes you feel good, that lifts up your soul.
Make success about doing the work. No—not just doing the work. Doing the work joyfully. Find the way to get there, and the rest will follow.
I pinky-swear.
Sara
This sounds like my relationship with photography and my camera. The creative process is a tricky one but well worth the mis steps and tumbles.
Heather
I’m interested to hear about the particular creative perils of photography–I am so not visual in that way that it’s hard for me to comprehend 🙂
Naptimewriting
YES. To all of this.
Yelling at yourself to create does not work. If you want to “should” yourself, do it about tactical things like submitting the writing or doing the dishes.
Heather
Good point–the ticky tacky details are a much better area to act type-A about.
And yet there is a discipline in creative work that I found hard to come by: enough discipline that work got done, and not so much that I hurt my soul.
Lori
love what you say here about 1, finding the joy in the work (in reggio, they say “niente senza gioia” — nothing without joy) and 2, defining success as *doing* the work, rather than that reward at the end. because the reward is so short — and the work itself is so long. much better to love, enjoy, and find satisfaction in the doing of that work. 🙂
Heather
Thanks, Lori. I keep repeating “Success is in doing. Success is in doing” to myself. I think it’s working.
Justine
Thank you for this, Heather. It’s a good reminder for me to be patient with myself too. My craft isn’t there yet. My voice is still shaky at best. And I don’t really know what I want to do with my writing.
Some days none of my posts seem fit to be published. And some days I just want to “get it over with”, which, as you probably know, is never a good recipe for success.
Then I remind myself that my blog is for my girls. And that they would forgive my less inspiring moments. I just wish I was just as forgiving with myself.
Heather
Coming up with new ideas is _hard_. Hard! And doing it in the midst of parenting is harder. I will say that the longer I’m doing this the easier it is to find inspiration. I hope that proves true for you, too.
Purpose, well, that’s tricky. Still working on that one.